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Artist: Joe Budden f/ Emanny
Album:  Some Love Lost
Song:   Only Human
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[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"

[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!


[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]
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