Video Help Me de Ninelives 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Ninelives - Help Me Lyrics

[Deuce:]
Hello?

[Record Label:]
Yes, hello, Aron, Deuce, yo you there?

[Deuce:]
Hey yeah! What's up!

[Record Label:]
So a little birdie tells me you're working on a new record, is that true?

[Deuce:]
B-Birdy, yeah that's

[Record Label:]
Wtf are you thinking!

Help Me... [plays fades in, in the background]

[Deuce:]
Uhh... I'm very busy I'm doin' shit you know?

[Record Label:]
Wtf is goin' on through your brain? We're big, we're a fucking major label! You ain't gonna be startin' your own band!

[Arguing]

[Record Label:]
I'm gonna trash that record! No radio! You ain't not comin' out without my permission! Imma bury you boy, Imma bury you!

[Chorus:]
Help me I ain't got no brains
Help me I can't feel no pain
Help me I can't stand the rain
Help me before I drift away!

Help me I ain't got no brains
Help me I can't feel no pain
Help me I can't stand the rain
Help me before I drift away!

[Verse 1:]
I'm the George Bush of this rap shit
You can tell Randy Jackson to kiss my black ass
I'm the white Obama bitch
You could judge this when I flip middle finger up a little while I quit
I'm sick of these people tryin' to tell me what I got
These thousand drums make you want a little click
Put 'em around in there, make 'em drown in with
These other rap stars are like clowns it's sick
Like Monica Lewinsky when She's sucking on a 6 inch toothpick bitch
Just got her boobs in so she can do it do it
Make a new clit. While these kids are downloading and he sounds profound
Yeah I ain't going down with my hand on my dick
While the next world trade center blows up quick
Hold up I think you need another doughnut Mr. officer
Everybody go nuts!

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
Look what I've become
This place I've begun
Started as The One and still don't give a fuck
These bitches gettin' love
No more Grenade a' Dove
You 30 rappers *blech*
You still ain't gotta buzz
You can dream, you can dream but you gonna suck
I got the voice and the lips baby turn it up
I don't need Mtv when I sell this much
I'd rather be on Carson Daily than Oprah, son
I'ma be better than them
I'm a veteran, kid
Get these kids off medicine bitch
Who's better than him
I'mma ruin that bitch
I'mma tell you once now I'mma tell you again
At least fight back, pussy
Give me a challenge
I'm the Boss motherfucker you don't want no static
B-O-S-S, Deuce is back bitch
Yo Truth (what's up)
Pass the automatic!

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
Yeah!
These labels want to put me away for good
They wanna keep me in the hood
But I keep swinging right back like you know I should
Making history in the books
You suck
There's no buts
The whole music industry can lick my nuts
Motherfucker I ain't got no love for some fake ass wannabe Donald Trump!

[Outro]

[Record Label:]
Deuce can suck my fucking contract! You do what I say, I ain't making you famous! You're not fucking bitches without my permission!

[Chorus x2]

[Deuce:]
Uh huh, uh huh!
Yeah I ain't even gotta fucking try!
You know why?
Cause I sound good Whenever I talk, whenever I spit, whenever I sing, bitch
I'm the fucking white Obama bitch!

Hey Yuma, let's get the fuck outta here!