"Save Me From Myself" lyrics
"Save Me From Myself"
(feat. J-Dawg)
[Paul Wall:]
I'm living on the edge, I pray I don't slip
The world right in front of me, I need to get a grip
Flipping out my mind, tryna make my paper flip
To the money and the drugs, I'm a slave, no whip
'Cause everytime I smoke, sack low, I go to Cali
And every new catolack come out, I gotta have it
Brand new jewelry, all in the name of capping
8 racks just to have the socks and underwear matching
Fucking up my bread on weed and drank
Then I hustle 3 days straight, to get back bank
Tripping with myself, laying games with my health
Chasing wealth, but I'm headed to my death, damn
Dear lord, please save me from myself
Please save me from myself
Please save me from myself
Please save me from myself
Dear lord, please save me from myself
Please save me from myself
Please save me from myself
Please save me from myself
Please save me from myself
[J-Dawg:]
Still on my H-Town, rolling like the [?]
On parole, still blowing like I don't know it
Just got a call from the passter, and I ignored it
Niggas [?] blessings, and I can't aford it
But I'm higher than a bitch, and I'm still smoking
Leaning like a switch, and I'm till pouring
On the way to the bricks, to pick up my son
Soon as I hit the corner, hear them hoes come
And where my gun?
On my lap, nigga, gotta run
Pulled up in the section, and they kept going
Damn
My wife just told me, for I left her
If you believe so much, then leave that pistol on the dresser
Lord, forgive me
[Paul Wall:]
Dear lord, please save me from myself
Please save me from myself
Please save me from myself
Please save me from myself
Dear lord, please save me from myself
Please save me from myself
Please save me from myself
Please save me from myself
Please save me from myself
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- Paul Wall Lyrics
album:
"Houston Oiler" (2016)
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