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fricky (us) - help yourself lyrics

produced by d.e.m, mixed by nel magnum
[sample: amy winehouse]
and anyway we’re still so young
and this isn’t yet the day

intro [fricky]
is it hate, is it love ?
is it love, is it hate ?
is it hate, is it love ?
is it, is it, is it?

[verse 1]
is it love, is it hate, is it something in between ?
this is for your ears, lock it on repeat
you sleeping with the knife? it’s k!lling all your dreams
this is not a lie (l.i), if your willing you would be
the best to ever live it, your destiny is written
you can die a legend but that is your decision
feel the heat, welcome to the kitchen
move your feet, homie i am kicking
arms in the air, your fingers in the clouds
sax, the drums, a singer’s in the house
snakes are afraid on the tracks we spit venom
hits after hits, i am the black john lennon, on the mic
a few do it better for real, i’mma blow like hugh masakela
and don’t n0body school us
all this media hype got you kiddin’ like a school-bus [clapping]

[hook:amy winehouse]
darling they empathize
looking through your bloodshot eyes
and i know you, you’re so frustrated
above we all become what we once hated
be slight n0body can be that wise

[verse 2]
unhh, and i’m far from the feet(defeat)
in the course of this week you would fall to your feet
fricky’s on the stage, i see it in your tweets
this is for my fans that were bored in they seats
the feedback sick, it would cause you to sneeze
have no idea what it cost for this beat
i pay for a track and you say talk is cheap?
while yaa stack paper like offices be
and i thought i knew the streets well
even if you spit well, you’re never getting free help
underground like sea-sh-ll
see bolt, see ro’ , see leo, see phelps
should i hide from the hype?
should i cry when i write?
when i left, was it right?
would i do better on a track when i am high?
will my school and my music clash and collide?
puttin’ y’all in deep thought
still gotta shoot ‘above the rim’, reeboks
and now it’s getting sweet small
i still see ’em hating on a brother like esau
days of our lives, my faith in the mic
a place in the skies, i pray it is mine
so help me help y’allhelp yourself
and please don’t stress yourself [clapping]

[hook]

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