Help Me

Sober up or lose myself
I'ma drown

Sober up or lose myself in the process
Twenty-seven club lookin' good, to be honest
I don't know what to do, I'm so confused
Running out of time, I may blow my fuse
Can't eat, can't sleep, lately I've been feelin' nauseous
Pills in my designer bag, I'm tempted to pop them
I'm goin' in circles, it's a never-ending cycle
Help me, help me

Woke up in a coffin, am I dead or alive
I'm just tryna live my life
Tatted on my wrist, three nines
The devil tryna take his time
I'm in hell baby, you drive me crazy
Crash my Mercedes, I will not make it right
I just ran the light, I walk to the light
To hell I fall, it's a long way down
I need your love right now
I need the drugs right now

Sober up or lose myself in the process
Twenty-seven club lookin' good, to be honest
I don't know what to do, I'm so confused
Running out of time, I may blow my fuse
Can't eat, can't sleep, lately I've been feelin' nauseous
Pills in my designer bag, I'm tempted to pop them
I'm goin' in circles, it's a never-ending cycle
Help me, help me

Fuck peer pressure, this is pressure from Hеll
You don't wanna know the feeling, but I know it too well
I remеmber I was chilling up on top of the world
No fear, high-stepping 'til the day that I fell, yeah
I don't really know if I could function
I thought being fucked up all the time was funny
Then it turned nothing into something
Next thing you know, I'm a fucked up druggie
Relationships ain't make it better, I was getting hurt
I ain't feel like ventin' to my friends so I talk to Percs
They were lying to me when they told me that it wouldn't work
Fucking up my confidence, I'm feeling like a loser, yeah

Sober up or lose myself in the process
Twenty-seven club lookin' good, to be honest
I don't know what to do, I'm so confused
Running out of time, I may blow my fuse
Can't eat, can't sleep, lately I've been feelin' nauseous
Pills in my designer bag, I'm tempted to pop them
I'm goin' in circles, it's a never-ending cycle
Help me, help me

Fuck peer pressure, this is pressure from Hеll
You don't wanna know the feeling, but I know it too well
I remеmber I was chilling up on top of the world
No fear, high-stepping 'til the day that I fell, yeah
I don't really know if I could function
I thought being fucked up all the time was funny
Then it turned nothing into something
Next thing you know, I'm a fucked up druggie