Rescue Me lyrics

[Hook: Skylar Grey]

So can you rescue me

Because my ship is sinking

And I'm drowning at sea

So can you rescue me, from me

Can you rescue me?

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9]

I was losing my mind like I was trying to lose it

Using my time for using, abusing my grind

This is my own honest view of who I am behind this, music

Ryan the whole bottle of patron Connaisseur

At a point in time I thought I blew it, doing crime

I would've washed a pill down with a shot of my own spinal fluid

And my momma knew it, she saw especially right through it

That I wasn't protected cause peer pressure just be like (do it)

But I couldn't fight through it, the beef started

The streets caught up, at least we didn't get involved in deceased orders

It's Slaughterhouse, cause Shady, me, Porter

Sat it down and made peace over Porterhouse and Piesporter

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]

Some stupid bitch done turned my girl against me

Should've tattooed the earth on my arm feel like the world against me

Soon as I pa-raded, here come the rain falling the name calling

From the cous' I never met with his hand out like I'm straight balling

Feel like I knocked the 8 ball in

Every time I shoot a move I literally can't call it

Am I afraid of success? Let me think on it

I just got nervous, let me drink on it

Think I just answered yes but not on purpose

I pass the church and do the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit

But I'm only near it, man I need the pastor's service

I'm drowning cause I'm so tired of treading

So Lord when you get a second please

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Crooked I]

I wake up and my shirt is leaking, covered in sweat

I'm dreaming of being murdered when I'm sleeping

Picture a person beefing, with himself

And it's even, worse when I'm drinking

It hurts when I'm thinking, me versus my personal demons

I'm reaching for my nine

If I point it at myself will it help to quiet the demons screaming in my mind?

And if I go, to the other side

Just tell my mother it was her prayers that kept her young'un thugging son alive

Plus my daughters, them my butterflies, tell my son that I love him

Tell my nieces and nephews their uncle tried

To take this music to the fucking peak

But I'm still a drug dealer as we fucking speak, that's fucking weak

[Verse 4: Joe Budden]

Behind the tours and rap fans, hospitals and cat scans

Shoulder, when they call him bipolar, happiest mad man

Don't know my story, my struggle, the demons that I combat

Or how I'm starin' at them waiting for eye contact, beyond that

I got a soul mate that's naive, so the thought of me is prison to her

Baby momma that's crazy and a ten year old who listen's to her

My fam and friends think I'm the bank

And the way they keep coming back you think I'd got thanked

To you it's a dream, to me it's labor, these aren't monsters, these my neighbors

And we watch each others back, I guess its favor for a favor

Sometimes they even save me, when my wrist is to that razor so

[Hook]

• Artist:Slaughterhouse
• Album:Welcome to: Our House