Ab-Soul - D.R.U.G.S. lyrics

Ayy Q, my fault 'cuz i can't help myself
I think I need some help
I can't help myself
I think I need some help zanerobe!
I can't help myself
I think I need some help

I say I love my mama, Lord knows I does
I love my family, my cousins
That's my blood
I love this music, it come from up above
I love my niggas and I love my bitches
I love everybody that's listenin'
If you rich or poor, so what?
The whole world we livin' in
Everything that's livin' in it
Trees down to the bugs
Can't forget about my plug
‘Cause last but not least I love drugs
I love drugs i can't help myself
I think I need some help


I can't help myself
I think I need some help

They say the apple don't fall
Far from the tree
Apple a day, it keep the doctors away
I wonder if my father got more faded than me
But I can't ask him, ‘cause
The doctors couldn't save him, baby
My mama clean as holy water, hallelujah
We total opposites
I'm dirty as this Fanta mix
We Qualitesters, we can't find no
Hi Tech, I ain't lyin', nigga
Act stashed on the low for the high, nigga
Whole squad full of them codeine fiends
OG by the OZ
And I still owe the weed man down the street
Monster magic off them Xannies
I might have me one
Mix it with the syrup, Perc' on top of that
Then I'll be numb, if I don't wake up
Tell 'em

I love my mama, Lord knows I does
I love my family, my cousins
That's my blood
I love this music, it come from up above
I love my niggas and I love my bitches
I love everybody that's listenin'
If you rich or poor, so what?
I love the whole world we livin' in
And everything that's livin' in it
From the trees down to the bugs
Can't forget about my plug
‘Cause last but not least I love drugs
Last but not least I love drugs
(Purple still comin' in)

Molly got me rollin', got me rollin', nigga
I got the sniffles, need a box of tissues
(Blow it) i got some issues
I ain't talkin' about a newspaper
Talkin' about the issues that come
With this new paper
My new bitch in the next room in the nude
Nigga
Broad day, blinds open see the view, nigga?
Cornea, so scarred can't look myself
Up in the eyes
But if I could I would say: "Who is you
Nigga?!"
What's become of Herb I I I's son?
Wasn't for these abortions I'd probably
Be on my third son
That was they decision, for the record
Just clearin' my conscience
That don't make it better, nigga
You know I know better, nigga

I love my mama, Lord knows I does
I love my family, my cousins
That's my blood
I love this music, it come from up above
I love my niggas and I love my bitches
I love everybody that's listenin'
If you rich or poor, so what?
I love the whole world we livin' in
And everything that's livin' in it
From the trees down to the bugs
Can't forget about my plug
‘Cause last but not least I love drugs
Last but not least I love drugs
I can't help myself
I think I need some help
I can't help myself
I think I need some help

You ain't never seen a junky so fresh
You ain't never seen a junky so fresh
Think I need some help
You ain't never seen a junky so fresh
You ain't never seen a junky
So fresh, so fresh, no
I think I need some help junky so fresh
You ain't never seen a junky
So fresh, so fresh, no
I think I need some help i love my mama
You ain't never seen a junky so fresh
So fresh you ain't never seen a junky
Lord knows I does
I think I need some help, I need some help
I love my mama
I need some help, I need some help
Lord knows I does
Can you go find me some help?

That's what I'm sayin' that's why
You don't need a Xan, cuz
I said time flies didn't you
Hear what I said
After time flies? Time flies
Love fades… Goddamn, man!

Married to marijuana, addicted to cigarettes
Codeine's my concubine, cocaine confidant
Adderall Admiral, absolutely
Give Danny credit
Perc' 30 flow, exactly how Saudi said it
Season pass to Xanny land
Hennessy in my piss
Can't forget I'm psychic
Off them psychedelics
And for the kids lookin' up to
Me for what I've seen
No, I don't need any of
These things to do anything soul

All my brethren, I pray for your mercy
And that you alleviate my pain
You that dwell in the glory of God
Listen to the sufferance of this
Your humble servant
Grant me health, well-being, and happiness
Amen

(Don't ruin us)