HELP Lyrics

I never asked you for your help

There was no attraction to your discourse

Dissed your own brother for a dub

Did even worse after you quit horse

That was family bro

Miss me with we family though

Miscellaneous visions fade from fifth

Pistol pop the anti antidote

Mommy and candy coated

Can we go, no one voted

Don't get you hope bloated

No we can't go and get more soda

Or cookie dough

Only hot dogs and sammies dope

Used to raid Josh's fridge and pantry alone

Quote noted

I'm fully loaded

Rocket launchers on both shoulders

Weight of the world on my dick

I am telling you

You won't own us

I never asked you for your help

Classically trained and mastered

In being a bastard to myself

So why you keep asking me for help

I don't have room

For you shit shows

I don't have room

For a friend that only tip toes

I'd rather save room

For the flowers I grow in 6 rows

I rather crash the Mayflower

Than tap cowards who had the whip broke

I'll make sure to feed my dog and drink water

Kiss a daughter's twat

Pitch a pounds

Listen to cool jazz around the clock

You all whistling dixie

Pissing in the wind

Missing the pot

Fist in the air but pissed

When the rich don't care

About which watch or the time you got

How could I lose

If I don't need the greed you sought or seek

Careless or cautious kittens

Witness the rotten pleas

Indifferent from perky tits

And cops tripping on unmarked trees

Hogendause is like my needs

It's soft and sweets

In conclusion I don't need your help

I sleep and eat inside

I've been felt

I mean that not mean

But you know what I mean in pride

I am clean

I just showered and dreamed a dream alive

Ate a girl that tasted like mango ice cream

Then creamed inside

It's your boy Chamoy and Tajin

That brought the fiend a vibe

The thought freedom ride

All we wanted was fine dimes, weed and wine

And a Carmero in Chinguey Terre

To weave and wined

Because I got somewhere to be at three

She's an art thief

Has small feet and shy

I don't have room

For you shit shows

I don't have room

For a friend that only tip toes

I'd rather save room

For the flowers I grow in 6 rows

I rather crash the Mayflower

Than tap cowards who had the whip broke