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    (Verse 1)
    Somebody help me, I'm thinkin I can't cope
    Early in the mornin, looked in the mirror and seen myself hangin from a rope
    And it got me in a f**ked up state of mind
    I'm havin thoughts of blowin my brains out from time to time
    I often feel like I'm livin on the run
    And I'm straight nervous, paranoid, so I'm sleepin with a gun
    I close my eyes and I can hear them bitches screamin
    I'm wide awake and yet it feels like I am dreamin
    What would I do, I think I need a head Shrink
    Every time a killin is done, I write it down in blood not ink
    I always wanna take my own life, put a bullet in my dome
    Maybe that will make me feel right

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    Instead of homicide I feel like suicide
    Somebody help me
    Instead of homicide I feel like suicide
    Instead of homicide I feel like suicide
    Somebody help me (Somebody help me)

    (Verse 2)
    I'm paranoid as f**k, I'm havin nightmares cause of what I've done
    I killed this fool for no muthaf**kin reason
    Was there a motive behind it?
    Not that I know of, all I can say is that muthaf**ka reminded
    Me of this trick I had a big funk with
    So I snuck up on that mark and let the muthaf**kin hatchet kick
    Head smash, peeled his muthaf**kin cap back
    And later on that night I'm askin myself, why did I do that?
    I should have knew that nukka wasn't him
    With no remorse I smoke a blunt and kill a fifth of that Faygo, then
    Went to sleep, now I'm seein this nukka in my dreams
    Wish I was dead, on in the head
    Somebody help me

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    (Chorus)

    (Verse 3)
    Now I'm paranoid, body shiverin, got me wakin up in a cold sweat
    I grab my hatchet, put it to my dome, wonderin if I should just die yet
    These voices in my head keep tellin me to swing it
    And to my own muthaf**kin brain it's like I'm goin insane
    Feel like I'm looney, a nukka be gettin psychotic thoughts
    I'd rather be takin a quick way out than gettin caught by the law
    Then spend the rest of my life locked in a cell
    So what the f**k am I do to get up outta this shit
    Swing the hatchet, and let it go split(phlept)

    (Chorus)

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