Help Lyrics
| Song | Help |
| Artist | Wax |
| Album | Liquid Courage |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Yeah man | |
| I just want to be happy | |
| And make music | |
| Etcetera... | |
| Yo | |
| [Verse 1:] | |
| When people ask me why I do this I stand there and appear so clueless | |
| I don't I just feel it in my bones, feels like the whole worlds got the last name "Jones" | |
| And the music, is an enchanting breeze | |
| Rustling through family trees | |
| Making them have dancing leaves that fall off and start planting seeds | |
| Yeah... | |
| Yeah, and the new ones grow and the old ones die and the new young flow and they don't know why but they grow so high 'till they get they own spot towering up in the sky then they wither | |
| And like fresh tear drops their seeds fall and create next year's crops | |
| The cycle of music, we learn from the old but we write with a new twist | |
| And as we evolve we made it | |
| A universal language we all created, I- | |
| Really think we're all related | |
| Sibling rivalry is the cause of hatred | |
| Never met EOM but we're peas in a pod | |
| And the reason is God | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| Oh I... | |
| Wrote this all by myself | |
| But I... | |
| But it feels like I had help | |
| Oh I... | |
| Wrote this all by myself | |
| But I... | |
| But it feels like I had help | |
| From... | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| This person, thing or being | |
| That they call God | |
| Heads in the church, they all nod | |
| Yeah | |
| Like we're in agreement | |
| Facts like these don't appear in the cement | |
| No hard truth, just time | |
| No hard proof, just rhyme | |
| No reason | |
| Just rhythm | |
| Season to season we're just livin'... | |
| And we- | |
| Wake up every morning | |
| Equipped with the tools of the time we were born in | |
| And these tools we use to keep buildin' | |
| Be- come second nature to the children | |
| Passed down from a dad to a kid | |
| I ain't invent the wheel, but I'm glad someone did, 'cause if they did not then time would just stop | |
| There'd be no jazz, rock & roll or hip-hop | |
| But we got infinite sums of choices | |
| We've come a long way since just drums and voices man... | |
| This can't be random | |
| To well planned for nobody to have a hand in | |
| Never met EOM but he seems like a friend now | |
| Digital, musical pen-pal | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| Oh I... | |
| Wrote this all by myself | |
| But I... | |
| But it feels like I had help | |
| Oh I... | |
| Wrote this all by myself | |
| But I... | |
| But it feels like I had help | |
| Man... | |
| Yeah | |
| I wrote this all by myself | |
| But I know that I had help | |
| Yeah I wrote this by myself but I know, in my soul, that I had a little help from somethin' much bigger than me | |
| G-o-d or whatever he be | |
| I don't know man, I don't know fam | |
| Freestyle going to get with the program | |
| No man... | |
| Can do it any better than me, a veteran emcee in the place to be | |
| We do the... | |
| Freestyle | |
| Going off the green-mile | |
| That's what suckers do | |
| What wack motherfuckers do | |
| I mean, who are you to test me? | |
| I'm cool like Nestea | |
| And sweet like Nestlé... | |
| Chocolate when I'm rocking it... |
| Yeah man | |
| I just want to be happy | |
| And make music | |
| Etcetera... | |
| Yo | |
| Verse 1: | |
| When people ask me why I do this I stand there and appear so clueless | |
| I don' t I just feel it in my bones, feels like the whole worlds got the last name " Jones" | |
| And the music, is an enchanting breeze | |
| Rustling through family trees | |
| Making them have dancing leaves that fall off and start planting seeds | |
| Yeah... | |
| Yeah, and the new ones grow and the old ones die and the new young flow and they don' t know why but they grow so high ' till they get they own spot towering up in the sky then they wither | |
| And like fresh tear drops their seeds fall and create next year' s crops | |
| The cycle of music, we learn from the old but we write with a new twist | |
| And as we evolve we made it | |
| A universal language we all created, I | |
| Really think we' re all related | |
| Sibling rivalry is the cause of hatred | |
| Never met EOM but we' re peas in a pod | |
| And the reason is God | |
| Chorus: | |
| Oh I... | |
| Wrote this all by myself | |
| But I... | |
| But it feels like I had help | |
| Oh I... | |
| Wrote this all by myself | |
| But I... | |
| But it feels like I had help | |
| From... | |
| Verse 2: | |
| This person, thing or being | |
| That they call God | |
| Heads in the church, they all nod | |
| Yeah | |
| Like we' re in agreement | |
| Facts like these don' t appear in the cement | |
| No hard truth, just time | |
| No hard proof, just rhyme | |
| No reason | |
| Just rhythm | |
| Season to season we' re just livin'... | |
| And we | |
| Wake up every morning | |
| Equipped with the tools of the time we were born in | |
| And these tools we use to keep buildin' | |
| Be come second nature to the children | |
| Passed down from a dad to a kid | |
| I ain' t invent the wheel, but I' m glad someone did, ' cause if they did not then time would just stop | |
| There' d be no jazz, rock roll or hiphop | |
| But we got infinite sums of choices | |
| We' ve come a long way since just drums and voices man... | |
| This can' t be random | |
| To well planned for nobody to have a hand in | |
| Never met EOM but he seems like a friend now | |
| Digital, musical penpal | |
| Chorus: | |
| Oh I... | |
| Wrote this all by myself | |
| But I... | |
| But it feels like I had help | |
| Oh I... | |
| Wrote this all by myself | |
| But I... | |
| But it feels like I had help | |
| Man... | |
| Yeah | |
| I wrote this all by myself | |
| But I know that I had help | |
| Yeah I wrote this by myself but I know, in my soul, that I had a little help from somethin' much bigger than me | |
| God or whatever he be | |
| I don' t know man, I don' t know fam | |
| Freestyle going to get with the program | |
| No man... | |
| Can do it any better than me, a veteran emcee in the place to be | |
| We do the... | |
| Freestyle | |
| Going off the greenmile | |
| That' s what suckers do | |
| What wack motherfuckers do | |
| I mean, who are you to test me? | |
| I' m cool like Nestea | |
| And sweet like Nestle... | |
| Chocolate when I' m rocking it... |
| Yeah man | |
| I just want to be happy | |
| And make music | |
| Etcetera... | |
| Yo | |
| Verse 1: | |
| When people ask me why I do this I stand there and appear so clueless | |
| I don' t I just feel it in my bones, feels like the whole worlds got the last name " Jones" | |
| And the music, is an enchanting breeze | |
| Rustling through family trees | |
| Making them have dancing leaves that fall off and start planting seeds | |
| Yeah... | |
| Yeah, and the new ones grow and the old ones die and the new young flow and they don' t know why but they grow so high ' till they get they own spot towering up in the sky then they wither | |
| And like fresh tear drops their seeds fall and create next year' s crops | |
| The cycle of music, we learn from the old but we write with a new twist | |
| And as we evolve we made it | |
| A universal language we all created, I | |
| Really think we' re all related | |
| Sibling rivalry is the cause of hatred | |
| Never met EOM but we' re peas in a pod | |
| And the reason is God | |
| Chorus: | |
| Oh I... | |
| Wrote this all by myself | |
| But I... | |
| But it feels like I had help | |
| Oh I... | |
| Wrote this all by myself | |
| But I... | |
| But it feels like I had help | |
| From... | |
| Verse 2: | |
| This person, thing or being | |
| That they call God | |
| Heads in the church, they all nod | |
| Yeah | |
| Like we' re in agreement | |
| Facts like these don' t appear in the cement | |
| No hard truth, just time | |
| No hard proof, just rhyme | |
| No reason | |
| Just rhythm | |
| Season to season we' re just livin'... | |
| And we | |
| Wake up every morning | |
| Equipped with the tools of the time we were born in | |
| And these tools we use to keep buildin' | |
| Be come second nature to the children | |
| Passed down from a dad to a kid | |
| I ain' t invent the wheel, but I' m glad someone did, ' cause if they did not then time would just stop | |
| There' d be no jazz, rock roll or hiphop | |
| But we got infinite sums of choices | |
| We' ve come a long way since just drums and voices man... | |
| This can' t be random | |
| To well planned for nobody to have a hand in | |
| Never met EOM but he seems like a friend now | |
| Digital, musical penpal | |
| Chorus: | |
| Oh I... | |
| Wrote this all by myself | |
| But I... | |
| But it feels like I had help | |
| Oh I... | |
| Wrote this all by myself | |
| But I... | |
| But it feels like I had help | |
| Man... | |
| Yeah | |
| I wrote this all by myself | |
| But I know that I had help | |
| Yeah I wrote this by myself but I know, in my soul, that I had a little help from somethin' much bigger than me | |
| God or whatever he be | |
| I don' t know man, I don' t know fam | |
| Freestyle going to get with the program | |
| No man... | |
| Can do it any better than me, a veteran emcee in the place to be | |
| We do the... | |
| Freestyle | |
| Going off the greenmile | |
| That' s what suckers do | |
| What wack motherfuckers do | |
| I mean, who are you to test me? | |
| I' m cool like Nestea | |
| And sweet like Nestlé... | |
| Chocolate when I' m rocking it... |
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