(Chorus – Ab-Soul & Mac Miller)
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 ni**as and I love my bi**hes
I love everybody that’s listening
If you rich or poor, so what?
I love the whole world we living in
Everything that’s living 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
(Verse 1 – Ab-Soul)
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 lying, ni**a
Act stashed on the low for the high, ni**a
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
(Chorus – Ab-Soul)
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 ni**as and I love my b*tches
I love everybody that’s listening
If you rich or poor, so what?
I love the whole world we living in
And everything that’s living 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 coming in
(Verse 2 – Ab-Soul)
Molly got me rolling, got me rolling, ni**a
I got the sniffles, need a box of tissues Blow it!
I got some issues, I ain’t talking about a newspaper
Talking about the issues that come with this new paper
My new bi**h in the next room in the nude, ni**a
Broad day, blinds open see the view, ni**a?
Cornea, so scarred can’t look myself up in the eyes
But if I could I would say who is you, ni**a?
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 clearing my conscience
That don’t make it better, ni**a
You know I know better, ni**a
(Chorus – Ab-Soul & Mac Miller)
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 ni**as and I love my bi**hes
I love everybody that’s listening
If you rich or poor, so what?
I love the whole world we living in
And everything that’s living in it
From the trees down to the bugs
Can’t forget about my blood
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
(Bridge – Ab-Soul & Mac Miller)
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 know I does
Can you go find me some help?
(Background speech – Doeburger)
That’s what I’m saying
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!
(Verse 3 – Ab-Soul)
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 looking up to me for what I’ve seen
No, I don’t need any of these things to do anything
Soul
(Outro – Ab-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
