Lyrics

Ah, hell no Help me Why don't you help me now? Oh, help me Why don't you help me now? (Fuck it on, fuck it on, fuck it on) How am I supposed to wrestle with being conceited When immediately I've out-competed all the industry's elite And easily I'm undefeated, even on the margaritas Ain't no closin' all the distance in between us, comprende? Presenting a man that's ascending Feng shui, Roberto Clemente, al dente She been bae for ten days on Wednesday But then they can end it, Dikembe, comprende? Hot boy, cowboy make a lot of noise Hot boy, all joy, got a loud voice Hot boy, I enjoy going stunting Hot boy, I am Crocodile Dundee I'm a legit genius On God, I don't think I got a weakness Little buddy, I'm just gettin' down to business I'm the shit, bitch, can I get a witness? Help me Why don't you help me now? Ooh, help me Why don't you help me now? (Fuck it on, fuck it on, fuck it on) Yeah, I make all my own shit and I'ma leave it at that Thought I was a horse the way I put the team on my back Thought I was a horse the way I took a beatin' for that Thought I was a horse the way my fucking dick look, bitch Consider this, points and assists Rebounds, blocks, and I'm good with my fists Meaning, put it all together like this Live shows and vocals, I'm as good as it gets Hot boy, cowboy make a lot of noise Hot boy, all joy, got a loud voice Hot boy, I enjoy goin' stuntin' Hot boy, I am Crocodile Dundee Ice-cold, I'ma need a little longer John Hard to stay humble when you stunting on the jumbotron Hard to stay humble when you tryna stay healthy Bring me back to Earth, please, anybody help me Help me Why don't you help me now? Oh, help me Why don't you help me now? (Fuck it on, fuck it on, fuck it on) How am I supposed to think about or reconcile my confidence with ego? Uh-huh How am I supposed to share the ball when I know that my winning shot goes in? Uh Hot boy, cowboy make a lot of noise Hot boy, all joy, got a loud voice Hot boy, I enjoy going stunting Hot boy, I am Crocodile Dundee This ain't a lick about the clicks and the views Legit, I'm the shit, little bitch, I'm a brute Hear the click, hear the clack, I'ma shoot When you come to the realization that you just can't lose Help me Why don't you help me now? Oh, help me Why don't you help me now? (Fuck it off, fuck it off, fuck it off)
Writer(s): Jacob Anderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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