[Hook: Skylar Grey]
So can you rescue me
Because my ship is sinking
And Im drowning at sea
So can you rescue me, from me
Can you rescue me?
[Verse 1: Royce Da 59]
I was losing my mind like I was trying to lose it
Using my time for using, abusing my grind
This is my own honest view of who I am behind this, music
Ryan the whole bottle of patron Connoisseur
At a point in time I thought I blew it, doing crime
I wouldve washed a pill down with a shot of my own spinal fluid
And my momma knew it, she saw especially right through it
That I wasnt protected because peer pressure be like (do it)
But I couldnt fight through it, the beef started
The streets caught up, at least we didnt get caught up in deceased orders
Its Slaughterhouse, cause Shady, me, Porter
Sat down and made peace over Porterhouse and (?)
[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
Some stupid bitch done turned my girl against me
Shouldve tattooed the earth on my arm feel like the worlds against me
Soon as I paraded, here come the rain falling the name calling
From the cuz I never met with his hand out like Im straight balling
Feel like I knocked the 8 ball in
Every time I shoot a move I literally cant call it
Am I afraid of success? Let me think on it
I just got nervous, let me drink on it
Think I just answered yes but not on purpose
I pass the church and through the Son, Father, and Holy Spirt
But Im only near it, man I need to pass the service
Im drowning cause Im so tired of treading
So Lord when you get a second please
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Crooked I]
I wake up and my shirt is leaking, covered in sweat
Im dreaming of being murdered when Im sleeping
Picture a person beefing, with himself
And its even, worse when Im drinking
It hurts when Im thinking, me versus my personal demons
Im reaching for my nine
If I point it at myself will it help to quiet the demons screaming in my mind?
And if I go, to the other side
Just tell my mother it was her prayers that kept her youngun thugging son alive
Plus my daughters and my butterfly, tell my son that I, love him
Tell my nieces and nephews their uncle tried
To take this music to the fucking peak
But Im still a drug dealer as we fucking speak, thats fucking weak
[Verse 4: Joe Budden]
Behind the tours and fanfare, hospitals and cat scans
Shoulder, when they call him bipolar, happiest mad man
Dont know my story, my struggle, the demons that I combat
Or how Im starin at them waiting for eye contact, beyond that
I got a soul mate thats naive, so the thought of me is prison to her
Baby momma thats crazy and a ten year old who listens to her
My fam and friends think Im the bank
And the way they keep coming back you think Id got thanked
To you its a dream, to me its labor, these arent monsters, these my neighbors
And you watch each others back, I guess its favor for a favor
Sometimes they even save me, when my wrist is to that razor
[Hook]
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