Help me
I ain't satisfied
I need more, more, more
Much more outta life

Oh lawd
whatever happened to those dreams
Had big plans, whatever happened to those schemes
They fell flat like a puppet with no strings
Sittin' in a big empty house with no heat
Got a postcard sent to me from the old me
It's said LB, you was such a cold piece
Now you no longer envision the trophy
Now you fall like a sparrow with no wings
Oh lord I wish I just could clone me
Send his ass out into the world with no sleep
Let his ass fight with everyone swimming upstream
Let him get all the gray hair & the crows feet
Skin was so thick now everything cuts so deep
Like a razorblade slicing through the upholstery
Can't keep giving, it ain't feeling rewarding
Can't keep delivering, nobody applauding

Help me
Is it worth it?
Cause I don't see the purpose
The future is uncertain
All this workin' just ain't workin'
Ayo I said help me
Is it worth it?
'Cause I don't see the purpose
The future is uncertain
All this workin' just ain't workin'

Boo hoo boo hoo,
Oh you poor baby
Quit crying at night
Quit complaining
Quit lying to yourself
Who you blaming?
Boo hoo boo hoo
You poor baby

Oh lawd, like Jesus
Swear I've walked a million miles in same shoes
Now the sole's worn thin
They're see-through
Kinda like this big empty bottle of Gray Goose
I replied to myself
I said, wait dude
It ain't like I was on the sidelines in a gray suit
Naw, I went hard - all cards on the table
Fighting in the eye of the storm in some rain boots
Oh lord, help me
I need a break through
An ah-ha moment
I'm trying to make do
I'm so lost, I'm looking for the escape route...
But I'm stuck, but I'm stuck in the same groove
Same places everyone same moves
This is your life, and action and take two
Only a fool would do it over, no thank you
Signed LB, the first of April

Help me
Is it worth it?
Cause I don't see the purpose
The future is uncertain
All this workin' just ain't workin'
Ayo I said help me
Is it worth it?
'Cause I don't see the purpose
The future is uncertain
All this workin' just ain't workin'

I got no more left to give
I got no more time
I got no more strength
No more fire, no desire to win
I'm so tired, how do I begin again?
I got no more left to give
I got no more time
I got no more strength
No more fire
Please Lord, forgive me
I'm just so tired, how do I begin again?

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Writer(s): Forrest Richard Day, Robert Mercurio, Tom Shimura