D.R.U.G.S.

Album: Do What Thou Wilt. (2016)
  • I can't help myself, I think I need some help
    I can't help myself, I think I need some help
    I can't help myself, I think I need some help
    I say I love my mama, Lord knows I does
    I love my family, my cousins, that's my blood
    I love this music, it come from up above
    I love my niggas and I love my bitches
    I love everybody that's listenin'
    If you rich or poor, so what?
    The whole world we livin' in
    Everything that's livin' in it
    Trees down to the bugs
    Can't forget about my plug
    'Cause last but not least I love drugs
    I love drugs
    I can't help myself, I think I need some help
    I can't help myself, I think I need some help

    They say the apple don't fall far from the tree
    Apple a day, it keep the doctors away
    I wonder if my father got more faded than me
    But I can't ask him, 'cause the doctors couldn't save him, baby
    My mama clean as holy water, hallelujah
    We total opposites, I'm dirty as this Fanta mix
    We Qualitesters, we can't find no Hi-Tech, I ain't lyin', nigga
    Act stashed on the low for the high, nigga
    Whole squad full of them codeine fiends
    OG by the OZ, and I still owe the weed man down the street
    Monster magic off them Xannies, I might have me one
    Mix it with the syrup, Perc' on top of that
    Then I'll be numb, if I don't wake up, tell 'em

    I love my mama, Lord knows I does
    I love my family, my cousins, that's my blood
    I love this music, it come from up above
    I love my niggas and I love my bitches
    I love everybody that's listenin'
    If you rich or poor, so what?
    I love the whole world we livin' in
    And everything that's livin' in it
    From the trees down to the bugs
    Can't forget about my plug
    'Cause last but not least I love drugs
    Last but not least I love drugs
    (Purple still comin' in)

    Molly got me rollin', got me rollin', nigga
    I got the sniffles, need a box of tissues (Blow it!)
    I got some issues, I ain't talkin' about a newspaper
    Talkin' about the issues that come with this new paper
    My new bitch in the next room in the nude, nigga
    Broad day, blinds open—see the view, nigga?
    Cornea, so scarred can't look myself up in the eyes
    But if I could I would say: "Who is you, nigga?!"
    What's become of Herb III's son?
    Wasn't for these abortions I'd probably be on my third son
    That was they decision, for the record
    Just clearin' my conscience
    That don't make it better, nigga
    You know I know better, nigga

    I love my mama, Lord knows I does
    I love my family, my cousins, that's my blood
    I love this music, it come from up above
    I love my niggas and I love my bitches
    I love everybody that's listenin'
    If you rich or poor, so what?
    I love the whole world we livin' in
    And everything that's livin' in it
    From the trees down to the bugs
    Can't forget about my plug
    'Cause last but not least I love drugs
    Last but not least I love drugs
    I can't help myself, I think I need some help
    I can't help myself, I think I need some help

    You ain't never seen a junky so fresh
    You ain't never seen a junky so fresh
    Think I need some help
    You ain't never seen a junky so fresh
    You ain't never seen a junky so fresh, so fresh, no
    I think I need some help
    Junky so fresh
    You ain't never seen a junky so fresh, so fresh, no
    I think I need some help
    I love my mama
    You ain't never seen a junky so fresh, so fresh
    You ain't never seen a junky
    Lords knows I does
    I think I need some help, I need some help
    I love my mama
    I need some help, I need some help
    Lord knows I does
    Can you go find me some help?

    That's what I'm sayin' that's why you don't need a Xan, cuz
    I said time flies didn't you hear what I said?
    I said time flies
    Time flies, love fades Goddamn, man!

    Married to marijuana, addicted to cigarettes
    Codeine's my concubine, cocaine confidant
    Adderall Admiral, absolutely, give Danny credit
    Perc' 30 flow, exactly how Saudi said it
    Season pass to Xanny land, Hennessy in my piss
    Can't forget I'm psychic off them psychedelics
    And for the kids lookin' up to me for what I've seen
    No, I don't need any of these things to do anything
    Soul

    All my brethren, I pray for your mercy
    And that you alleviate my pain
    You that dwell in the glory of God
    Listen to the sufferance of this
    Your humble servant
    Grant me health, well-being, and happiness
    Amen Writer/s: Herbert Anthony Stevens, Francis Nguyen-Tran
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management
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