Lord Help ft. BHippy Lyrics

Ahhh uh approaching

Thirty nigga

Aye man this shit crazy

Twenty nine years later

Life still amaze me

Haters want to feed me

To the sharks

Cuz I'm so wavy

I can paint you pictures

In the dark

My art

Penetrates the heart

That should

Light up a spark

Caught in his bitch

Thoughts and now

His bark

Is loud enough

To wake up

The neighbors

There's no bite

So save that

Bullshit for later

There's no fight

In your jaw

And you don't want

That tested

So relax

I rather get some

Head and pussy

And kick back

You fucking up

My vibe nigga

Now you got to

Spend time

With the back side

Of my hand

Alleviating you

Out of ya mind

And I know it's not

The right time

Am I the shit yes or no

And don't you start lying

I heard God say

It's up so it's stuck

So watch me shine

Aye

Lyrics organic

No need to panic

Didn't mean to

Damage your open wound

Weed tittes alcohol

Is what I consume

She said let's stay litty

And try shrooms

While staring at a picture

Talking bout the end is

Soon damn

I know she ain't tripping

Cuz we all doomed

We was doomed

From the beginning

My earliest memory

Goes back two years old

I was stealing

How the fuck

I'm two years old

And I'm already sinning

Lord help

What's goin on

Doomed from the start

But still got to be strong

Judge my heart

Don't judge my bones

Bright tears in the dark

Trying to find my way home

Lord help me now

Life getting cold

And it's pouring down

Life got me cold

And I'm pouring out

Pray for open doors

See blessing raining more

In this drought

Like I'm getting soaked

My lessons

Come from heaven

So my lyrics give me hope

I'm counting all

My blessings

I know one day

This all go

I'm not asking for

No sympathy

Bitch I'm asking for throat

I keep it real

If you love me or not

I bet I walk thru any spot

And be the plot

Cuz when I step in

The building it gets hot

I pray Suckah shit

Not the reason

My heart stop

And that's that type

Of shit

I need help with

Quit niggas from

Dying for less

Like spilled milk

Over at breakfast

Yea

We walk around this bitch With a death wish

And got a chip up

On our shoulder

And we dare a nigga

To take it

That pride shit

Can get evil if it's in you

Eat you up

Like you on the menu

Now you fucked

Cuz you thought

You can win too screaming Life sucks

Realizing

That the wind

Blew your ass out of luck

Lord help

What's goin on

Doomed from the start

But still got to be strong

Judge my heart

Don't judge my bones

Bright tears in the dark

Trying to find my way home

Lord help me now

Life getting cold

And it's pouring down

Life got me cold

And I'm pouring out

Pray for open doors

See blessing raining more

In this drought