Lord Help Me

Lord help me
I'm super OCD
I really wanna eat, clean, juicy pussy
Walking down the street, writing lyrics to this beat
Smoked my last weed, ain't got nothing much to eat
How can this be?
I'm about to climb a tree
Jump into the sunroof of your neighbor's SUV
Then I'll drive around the block screaming "Hey! Look at me!"
Pedal to the metal keep it mellow cuz it's yellow
Tell ya girl I wanna wrestle in a pool of Jello
Have you ever met someone going crazy? Hello!
Lord help me
I don't know what to believe
All I need is Jesus and some weed
A gassed up Jeep
And woman I can keep
A place to sleep
And a way to raise your sheep

Lord help me
I'm trying not to be
That person that I beat
But it's hard up in these streets
I'm trying to find my peace
I put away the piece
These kids don't want no piece
I'm a silent walking beast
I'll make you piss your sheets
Get a hideout for your niece
Tuck ya face up in ya fleece
Kick ya right between the knees
Hang you by your feet
On the sign of your own street
Send the tape to the police
With a note that it was me
Then I'll drive off in a spree
See my face up on T.V.
On the News on channel 3
Make a movie DVD
Moving mountains can't you see
Pet the lion part the sea
Bet ya lying watch and see
I am dying set me free
I am trying can't you see
Talked to Brian got some tree
I am rhyming with the ease
I will time it with a sneeze
I am sick like a disease
When I get up on these beats
Need new shoes up on my feet's
Keep it moving like the breeze
Rhyme so cold I call it freeze
Pray to God up on my knees
Like a pitbull scratching fleas
I am angry with the B's
And the superficial C's
I will turn up the degrees
I will knock you off your feet
And take your shoes off while you sleep



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Lynch Ii
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