Artist: Slaughterhouse f/ Skylar Grey Album: Welcome To: Our House Song: Rescue Me Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro/Chorus: Skylar Grey] So can you rescue me? Because my ship is sinking And I'm drowning at sea So can you rescue me from me? Can you rescue me? [Royce Da 5'9"] I was losin my mind like I was tryin to lose it Usin my time for usin, abusin my grind This is my own honest view of who I am behind this, music Ryan the whole bottle of Patrón connoisseur At a point in time I thought I blew it Doin crime and I would've washed a pill down with a shot of my own spinal fluid And my momma knew it, she saw especially right through it that I wasn't protected cause peer pressure just be like (do it) But I couldn't fight throught it, the beef started The streets caught up, at least we ain't get involved in deceased orders It's Slaughterhouse; cause Shady, me, Porter sat it down and made peace over porterhouse and Piesporter [Joell Ortiz] Some stupid bitch done turned my girl against me Should've tattooed the Earth on my arm, feel like the world against me Soon as I pa-rade here come the rain fallin, the name callin from the cuz I never met with his hand out like I'm straight ballin Feel like I knocked the 8-ball in Every time I shoot a move I literally can't call it Am I afraid of success? Let me think on it, I just got nervous Let me drink on it, think I just answered yes but not on purpose I pass the church and do the Father, Son and Holy Spirit But I'm only near it, man I need to pass the service I'm drownin cause I'm so tired of treadin So Lord when you get a second, please [Chorus] [Crooked I] I wake up and my shirt is leakin Covered in sweat, I'm dreamin of bein murdered when I'm sleepin Picture a person beefin, with himself and it's even, worse when I'm drinkin It hurts when I'm thinkin, me versus my personal demons I'm reachin for my nine If I point it at myself will it help to quiet the demons screamin in my mind? And if I go, to the other side Just tell my mother it was her prayers that kept her young and thuggin son alive Plus my daughters, them my butterflies Tell my son that I, love him; tell my nieces and nephews they uncle tried to take this music to the fuckin peak But I'm still a drug dealer as we fuckin speak, that's fuckin weak! [Joe Budden] Behind the tours and rap fans, hospitals and CAT scans Shoulder when they call him bi-polar, happiest madman Don't know my story, my struggle, the demons that I combat Or how I'm starin at 'em waitin for eye contact, beyond that I got a soulmate that's naďve, so the thought of me is prison to her Baby mama that's crazy and a 10-year old who listens to her My fam and friends think I'm the bank And the way they keep comin back you'd think I got thanked To you it's a dream, to me it's labor, these aren't monsters, these my neighbors And we watch each other's back, I guess it's favor for a favor Sometimes they even save me when my wrist is to that razor Say a prayer [Chorus]