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Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum |
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Help Lord, won't You come? |
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Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum |
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Help Lord, won't You come? |
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I can't call it but I know I got started |
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'Cause my mama was broke and I was broken hearted |
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I can take tears and tears for years |
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But the tears of my mama yo, they get me right here |
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So I broke out in a military step, no deally, no dally |
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I walked, I crept, I slept on a plan that I'd make it all good |
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A young preacher if you could |
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A young hustler from the hood |
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Mama, don't you cry, don't you cry no more |
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Ya baby boy's blowin' up and he's goin' to war |
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My mind is playin' tricks and my dad is too |
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High street bank boys, it's on, fools |
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Gonna make my moves and my moves I make |
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You betta not get broke 'cause if you broke, you break |
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I don't hesitate that you can't see me |
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It's gonna take the Lord to save you from me |
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Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum |
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Help Lord, won't You come? |
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Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum |
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Help Lord, won't You come? |
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Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum |
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Help Lord, won't You come? |
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Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum |
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Help Lord, won't You come? |
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I flipped the stress off, good, I let it rip |
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Bank boys in the fat money grip, yeah |
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Rollin' 5 deep and on fools we creep |
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Half the town is down and you can't see me, really dough |
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What's next? A young fool on a flex |
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Tryin' to get a name, some props or rep |
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I stepped right to him let 'em know it's all good |
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Lights out, now his crib is wood |
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Broke for the dough but now I can't see |
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It's blood on my hands my dog, yo, G?' |
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I hit the flo' but my heart didn't stop |
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And now I see a vision of my son wit no pop |
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My mama's on her knees |
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Lord, Lord no please |
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And I feel cold and my health is cheatin' |
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It's gettin' dark but yet and still |
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I'm half dead, half life, what's real? |
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I can't breathe but now I'm startin' to choke |
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Off my own blood and not that indo smoke |
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No joke, straight up, on a serious tip |
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I'm losin' my life, I'm losin' my grip, I slip, s-s-slip deeper still |
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Help Lord, help Lord, I'm losin' my will |
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To live, low, stuck at the bottom |
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From winter to spring to summer to autumn |
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Help Lord, the homies in the hood |
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The squares, the G's, it's all good |
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Help Lord 'cause in the hood we sprung |
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And we stuck right here until you come |
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And bless the children of the ghetto life |
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No love, no hope, no hope, no life |
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Help Lord, help Lord, help Lord, help Lord |
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You hear me callin' Lord? |
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Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum |
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Help Lord, won't You come? |
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Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum |
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Help Lord, won't You come? |
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Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum |
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Help Lord, won't You come? |
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Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum |
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Help Lord, won't You come? |
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Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum |
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Help Lord, won't You come? |
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Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum |
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Help Lord, won't You come? |
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