Lyrics:
It's been fucking with my brain
A therapist can't help me 'cause I doubt that therapist knows how it feels
When you feel like everyone's tryna be with
out from that little one room and kitchen youve got. Its owned by my good friends in Cayman National Bank, so we have already moved out your stuff,
french windows
Leading to the study fosco is in
The garden feeding his mouse)
Feast, my friend enjoy your little dinner
And pay attention now you little
fooling
The job is work from home, and you live in Pomona
Oh shit, my squad is in Pomona, I oughta move over!
So I do, leave Dirty Dena for a job with
by myself they ain't help me up
So I made a little rap with a little bit of cash
Then I made a little cash with a little bit of raps
Showed em how
get into this lets take a little leap
Back in time before this shit get really deep
Selling cocaine this shit was far from cheap
Little by little
don't need much
But still need a calculator to keep up
Je-sus, I'm doing me, B.I.G
Hit Little C's up after I hit this tree up
Me, I get my cheese up
This is DJ Donny D on the ones and twos
Here at WDUB with a hot one fresh off the press
An artist by the name of D MAiR
With a song called That's My
what's going on look at your
mate, and help me sing my song
Tell her I'm your man, you're my girl,
I'm gonna tell it to the whole wide world
Ladies say I'm
drown
In a sea of my own fans, or until I get a pound
And some dap from every rapper I've been gettin' down with
Plus maybe my baby needs some clothes
was bustin'
Tye had about five men with him
Since I had all ten let the battle begin
Before a fight broke out my friends broke out
They said "aight man
Straight from the home of the decepticons
Little nigga from vanderveer p's weapons drawn
Its Picasso
Hit em with 4 shots
Cuarto
Black boys covered in
dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you
dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you
Call me, was you wrong? You ate dinner
You asked my friend Ebony Schiller to have
Dinner with me i
Told you about DONDA you said you would help
And you
I get by with a little help from my friends
I get by with a little help from my friends
I get by with a little help from my friends
I get by with
sat by myself all day
You miss me, huh?
I was so lost back then.
But with a little help from my friends, I found a light in the tunnel
My thoughts are junk
So, junkyard is my home
So, I am stuck
Can’t take it any more
To leave the junkyard
I need a little help
To leave the junkyard
I
chance they get
Am I paranoid? and if that's the case
Is it curable? Can you help me find my place?
I can't handle this, I'm losing it
With a loose grip
careful
My life been moving fast real helter skelter
With rooftop vibes and sipping mai tai's
I used to run with niggas from out the Bajas
I posted up in
head-exploring
Where'd she come from now? She could've been imported
If I get caught with all the shit I got I get deported
She provides help, scavenging for
learn to fly with just a little help
Learn to fly with just a little help
Come down, come down
Noobies only mine through when the hour's late
And all
splashed on loose leaf
We can embrace on the business end of my face first
Joe vs. the Volcano suicide beef
Dance with the vinyl monster
Devil in a blue
And her friends wanna help but it's hard to tell her
Hard to let her know that her man's possessive and aggressive
And she can't even see it, but for them
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