[Jamila Woods: Chorus]
I can't make it out alone, I need your help
I've been through this hell for long, but I fell
And I need help

[Kaden Butler: Verse 1]
Tweets rushing through
When you're being interviewed
And they didn't even tell you, who knew?
Making rhymes for the people
Who are gazing fucking steeple
And your turning your attention away from God
They like your music, they are flawed
Lost faith when I was seven years old
Currently searching for the box of gold
But you're at your destinations when you know its been sold
Now out here in the fucking freezing cold. Whoa
Not to hard to get some rhymes
Until skin ass grandma dies
And going through tough times
Shitting no digestions of enzymes
And now you're just trying to stay alive
Go to your doctor, need advice
Here take some oxycontin, you should improve
Take the bottle twice
And you don't know how you became you've
Take the step in, take the step out
All you want to do is motherfucking shout
You were in the hall of fame
But it looks like the game
Is about to be the house of shame

[Jamila Woods: Chorus]
I can't make it out alone, I need your help
I've been through this hell for long, but I fell
And I need help


Help, all that your screaming
This summer has become the worse dreaming

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