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Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, won't You
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, won't You

I can't call it but I I got started
'Cause my mama was and I was broken hearted
I can take tears and tears for
But the of my mama yo, they get me right here

So I broke out in a military step, no deally, no
I walked, I crept, I slept on a plan that I'd make it all
A young preacher if you
A young hustler the hood

Mama, don't you cry, don't you cry no
Ya baby boy's blowin' up and he's to war
My mind is playin' and my dad is too
High street boys, it's on, fools

Gonna make my moves and my moves I
You betta not get 'cause if you broke, you break
I don't that you can't see me
gonna take the Lord to save you from me

Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, You come?
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Lord, won't You come?

Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, You come?
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, won't You

I the stress off, good, I let it rip
boys in the fat money grip, yeah
Rollin' 5 and on fools we creep
Half the town is down and you see me, really dough

What's next? A fool on a flex
Tryin' to get a name, props or rep
I stepped right to him let 'em it's all good
out, now his crib is wood

Broke for the dough but now I see
It's blood on my my dog, yo, G?'
I hit the flo' but my heart didn't
And now I see a of my son wit no pop

My mama's on her
Lord, Lord no
And I feel cold and my health is
gettin' dark but yet and still

I'm half dead, half life, what's
I can't breathe but now I'm startin' to
Off my own blood and not that smoke
No joke, straight up, on a tip

I'm losin' my life, I'm losin' my grip, I slip, s-s-slip still
Help Lord, Lord, I'm losin' my will
To live, low, at the bottom
From winter to spring to to autumn

Help Lord, the in the hood
The squares, the G's, all good
Help Lord in the hood we sprung
And we stuck here until you come

And bless the of the ghetto life
No love, no hope, no hope, no
Help Lord, help Lord, help Lord, help
You hear me callin'

Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, won't You
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, You come?

Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, You come?
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, You come?

Tiddle-dee-dum,
Lord, won't You come?
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Lord, won't You come?
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