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Beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me).
Coming from the East Side...
You're fucking with The Pound, oh nigga please,
see-O-B.'s can't
to sing out of key.
Oh, i get by with a little help from my friends
mm, i get high with a little help from my friends
mm, gonna try with a little help from
of nobody
I'm just here to sing along
And make my mistakes looks gracious
And learn some lessons from my wrongs
Well sometimes the sun shines on
Other
the syncopated fragments of vinyl
splashed on loose leaf
We can embrace on the business end of my face first
Joe vs. the Volcano suicide beef
Dance with
their smile
Oh I get by with a little help from my AI
Hmm I get high with a little help from my AI
Gonna try with a little help from my AI
What do I do
as you’re still mine
And with a little help from our friends
We’ll get by
Wo wo wo wo wo
Family friends good day best life
Money good times together
deal with my opp (Lord)
I'm from the bottom but Lord knows it's better up top, n-
Yeah, viral pictures (viral), Bible scriptures (yeah)
One thing
"Ha ha, we, my friends, the day we have waited for may be at hand"
"Oh, if only that were true, Lumiere"
"Aah, human again"
"Human again"
"Yes, think
to sing out of key
I get by with a little help from my friends
I'm gonna fly with a little help from my friends
Gonna try with a little help from my
for a cure
I've seen enough from my friends
In the depths of the Godsick blues
You know I am a liar
You know I am a liar
Nobody helps a liar
with the unexpected
The run away slave I, Misdemeanor
Escapin' from all ya fraudulent players
Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley
putting your head on my shoulder and crying
"Oh, papa, why? Why? Why don't nobody wanna be my friend?"
You told me a long time ago, You said, "Papa, what am
on my phone, keep a semi automatically
I rather get caught with it than without it
Niggas mad at me and I know it's my fault, but I can't help it
If
of underwear out of a store
You know
Putting on a half
A half pressed suit
From the pawn shop
With tennis shoes
Trying to be hip
See I know where it's
will come boys
Sell it and they will come
So Dionne, Cher, and all
My late-night friends
I drink to your health
And Tony Little, America's personal
Lord
I don't take no charity
Yeah but right now Lord with my back to the wall
Can't help but recall
How they nearly hung me for stealing
thinkin') with my head in my hands (thinkin')
You been away from so long
And I just don't think I can carry on so I start
(Drinkin', drinkin')
Fat Joe, TPain shawty
[T-Pain:]
Shawty I couldn't help but notice
That you were sitting on the sideline
I got all the material thang
That chu need
Elphie, now that we're friends, I've decided to make you my new project!
You really don't have to do that
I know, that's what makes me so nice!
starting to get heavy, mm
I can't help but think I haven't felt this way
Since I asked you to go steady
Wonderin' would you be my little quarantine?
with my counter-parts
On how to burn the block apart, break it down into sections (oh, yeah)
Drugs by the selections
Some use pipes (oh, yeah), others
You, uh, wanted to know what the good life is?
Beats by Herb, Rhymes, Kid 'n Play and cuts by Wiz
Just hype it up for this here crowd
With moves that
yeaaaah
Tell me why
[Chorus]
Went from my nigga serving it by the tele
To venues in Manchester just swerving with Balotelli
The fuck are you trying
yeaaaah
Tell me why
[Chorus]
Went from my nigga serving it by the tele
To venues in Manchester just swerving with Balotelli
The fuck are you trying
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