Artist: Joe Budden f/ Emanny Album: Some Love Lost Song: Only Human Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: child's voice] Mic check, mic check One two, one two New Joe Budden! [Joe Budden] Uh-huh-uh, uhh Please somebody help my soul, please somebody help my soul Joey, yes Please somebody help my soul, please somebody help my soul Talk to 'em (talk to 'em) I let the man have a talk with the beast in me I'm holdin onto my last bit of decency I need a vacay, a change of scenery But momma said wherever I'ma go I'm takin me with me I told her shit is on my mind and it's been eatin me She got me pissin in a cup, she don't believe in me It's not the drugs that got me out of my zone Goin days without eatin, in a crowd I feel alone Momma; then she ask me why it seems I never sleep at night I told her when I close my eyes my brain just keeps the fight She said my friends wanna have an intervention with me I speak to niggaz daily, that was never mentioned to me She told me it's a higher power and a lower power And that I'll die if I don't find the strength to overpower Then I replied "Well, aren't we all?" She said "Yeah, but that should be on God's terms, not yours" GO! [Chorus: Emanny] My every thought is scary And it makes it hard to breathe again Like I'm blinded while I'm starin in the mirror Askin God to help me see again Please help me, but He tells me I'm only human And that I'll be back on my feet again Please help me, but they act like I'm more than human I'll prove them wrong again Don't fault me I'm only human [Joe Budden over Chorus] OH! It go... And it go... Uhh, and it go [Joe Budden] Tryin to weather the storm, I thought that black cloud was gone It's been beside me all along, not the song I wanna sit in silence, don't speak for a minute Tired of bein strong, please let me be weak for a minute Kinda thought that my disease tried to kill your man first It was easy to get my hands on 30-milligram Perc's Worse, can't be depression, couldn't have it this long So many secrets I only told through a glass of Patrón My nigga, speakin of secrets, that's when I got the Kaylin text Read it and cried, couldn't believe what she was sayin next She said "You're goin through a lot, I'm hopin you ain't in the grave and dead cause not too many people know your brain's a mess" Who knew that she was keepin track of it all? I wrote back "LOL" but wasn't laughin at all I ain't tell her just the other day that gun was in my lap Pen and pad in my hand and I was writin a note (talk to 'em!) Didn't get far, soon as I wrote down "Mom" I just stopped! Couldn't lie to her Couldn't figure out how to say bye to her Couldn't explain the "why" to her Couldn't picture her gettin a call or somebody sayin her son had died to her And shortly after that my pastor called Which at first I kinda thought it was weird But that convo preserved me 'bout God's grace and mercy He ain't even say goodbye (what he say?) He said "Let us pray" and then he went into a prayer, gripped the phone, closed my eyes Just so happy he appeared, nigga shed another tear (DAMN!) Maybe he could sense that somethin had the god devoured Was thankful that he shed some light upon my darkest hour All my thoughts are corrupt, this shit is wack If everybody calls you a duck, will you just quack? Guess a part of me really gives a fuck, way in the back Cause when I had that burner ready to bust, I didn't clap Joey, OHH! [Chorus] [Joe Budden over Chorus] Will somebody help my soul? Please somebody help my soul And it go, ohh, c'mon... OHH! Please somebody help my soul, please somebody help my soul Somebody help my soul, please somebody help my soul [Joe Budden] Guess I'm insanity's definition Tryin to step over in sanity's repetition but I can't, it got me trippin Whatever love we had was dead that night Lookin back, we both needed cooler heads that night Was goin off no sleep, eyes red that night While you was drunk textin me, I hope I read that right You was beefin 'bout Giselle, beefin 'bout Alexa Suddenly you was jealous, must've thought that I had sexed her I was laughin, thought it was funny Giselle's the homie, Alexa's 20 With hip withdrawals, nothin 'bout your story shoulda been stickin at all I wouldn't dick her at all I'm guessin, maybe you were insecure and never knew me Was there for four months, yet you said this was a new me In your head guess the answer to this jealousy was to turn around and try to make me jealous, B Uhh, but the part that you neglect was never mind jealousy, this was 'bout respect Y'all Instagram'in pictures, tryin to get me upset You turned that into a night we both would never forget We both said some things we both probably regret You was lyin to my face and them dots didn't connect But cool, only picked you up to try and talk sense in you And now I'm fuckin homeboy up, just off the principle I guess he caught himself antagonizin me But he's a young nigga, that's no surprisin me Shit I done fucked some of the baddest hoes I left shorty weeks ago, you can have this hoe I guess the part where I lose is now they got my face plastered all over the news, I'm bein falsely accused And I don't understand, was this all part of a plan? I guess I'll tell the whole truth when on the stand How you go and tell the cops I had guns in my house? Now they got a search warrant, just to come to my house Question - were your feelings worth takin my tomorrow's, kid? Do you know Jersey gun laws? I'm talkin hollow tips So you could tell them niggaz you roll with whatever you want But you and I know what's goin on Nigga that whole night just replays in my mind Your face is fine, this is a big waste of time Let's get back to that jealousy Now you got a nigga facin three felonies All for what? Cause we were no longer dealin You attack me but I'm the villain, over a fuckin iPhone and feelings Check, you never seen me act like a jerk I know women will provoke you and get mad when it works Rather reserved and that always makes matters the worst Cause I'll go on about my business and not act like it hurts But wait, so now the whole world is watchin me get burned here Which is fine, there's a lesson to be learned here Which is only fuck with strippers and them bartenders Anytime there's a pole in the bar's centered Uhh, so even though it's from afar now I still wish you the best, I know your heart's tender I'm sorry all, I just got my own scars to tend to Signin off, truly yours with love, God's sinner [Chorus] - 2X [Joe Budden over Chorus] OHH! WHAT UP~! CAUSE IT GO! Please somebody help my soul, please somebody help my soul Whoa! One mo' 'gain! Cause it go! IT GO! Please somebody help my soul, please somebody help my soul It go! Please somebody help my soul, please somebody help my soul Somebody help my soul, please somebody help my soul... Somebody help my soul, please somebody help my soul... Please somebody help my soul, please somebody help my soul