Lyrics:
dad's gone crazy
A little help from Hailie Jade, won't you tell 'em, baby?
I think my dad's gone crazy
There's nothin' you could do or say that could
any help)
(Do you need any help)
I can handle this job all by myself
Well I love my baby, she's a little lovin' and hugger
Cute as a button
out from that little one room and kitchen youve got. Its owned by my good friends in Cayman National Bank, so we have already moved out your stuff,
french windows
Leading to the study fosco is in
The garden feeding his mouse)
Feast, my friend enjoy your little dinner
And pay attention now you little
fooling
The job is work from home, and you live in Pomona
Oh shit, my squad is in Pomona, I oughta move over!
So I do, leave Dirty Dena for a job with
friend
While you in your bubble bath, I'll come wash on your back
When you're puttin' on your lotion, I can help you with that
I sit and think
by myself they ain't help me up
So I made a little rap with a little bit of cash
Then I made a little cash with a little bit of raps
Showed em how
a minute
Arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass bye, winkin' my eye
Freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? Come get
With me and perhaps, lady
You can help me
This is DJ Donny D on the ones and twos
Here at WDUB with a hot one fresh off the press
An artist by the name of D MAiR
With a song called That's My
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
Man
The guy who set him up was Obadiah Stane
Took the reactor out his chest and
Left Tony to die in pain
But with the help of Pepper Potts and Rhodey
He
to crash
More booing from the crowd
Along with some cheering
I really came from nothin' my
Nigga I'm supposed to brag
You was on the block in the 90's
Okay
was bustin'
Tye had about five men with him
Since I had all ten let the battle begin
Before a fight broke out my friends broke out
They said "aight man
dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you
dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you
Call me, was you wrong? You ate dinner
You asked my friend Ebony Schiller to have
Dinner with me i
Told you about DONDA you said you would help
And you
I get by with a little help from my friends
I get by with a little help from my friends
I get by with a little help from my friends
I get by with
sat by myself all day
You miss me, huh?
I was so lost back then.
But with a little help from my friends, I found a light in the tunnel
You went from someone i used to hold then
To a close friend chilling with a gold pan
Went from old friend to false friend
Now your an old friend
Yeah
You will find a little talk with Jesus makes it right
You may have doubts and fears
Your eye be filled with tears
Oh well my Jesus is a friend who
My thoughts are junk
So, junkyard is my home
So, I am stuck
Can’t take it any more
To leave the junkyard
I need a little help
To leave the junkyard
I
Friends, will you bear with me today
For I have awakened
From a dream in which a robin
Made with its shabby wings a kind of veil
Behind which it
with I got with
But what's this was honey just fakin it that kept me from my ducats
Now the rain has gone I can clearly see
What was we enemies?
Not
dad's gone crazy
A little help from Hailie Jade, won't you tell 'em, baby?
I think my dad's gone crazy
There's nothin' you could do or say that could
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