Woorden: The Roots. I Can't Help It.

(feat. Porn, Mercedes Martinez)

[Chorus: Mercedes Martinez]
I... I... I can't help it, I... I... I can't help it,
I can't help it... I can't help... I can't help it... I can't help it
I... I.I... I can't help it, I... I... I can't help it,
I can't help it... I can't help it, I can't help it... I can't help it

[Malik B:]
Live with it, that's how I survive with it,
Talk jive with, you take dive with it,
Connive with it, depart and arrive with it,
Harsh thrive that's why it's part I with it
I did it, make rhymes in 5 minutes,
Mind of a dentist, crimes of the diminished,
Press rewind see what you find in my image,
Take you nigga's back to that line of a scrimmage,
Riq you know we pull a freak with the flow,
Talks cheap that's why we speak with the dough,
I'll techniques sure I'm sleek with the flow,
It's cold outside niggas sleep with the snow,
I tweak in the low tone, freak when the o-zone,
I can't help hiding my seat oh it's so known,
I only do what got to becuase it's possible,
And climbing over whatevers known as an obstacle.

[Chorus]

[Black Thought:]
I can't help it, maybe I'm selfish,
Maybe the way I'm running is becoming a hell freeze,
All I can see is smoke from tortoise shells that sell shit
50's I feel like I'm making a sales pitch,
My head already so heavy it's making the scales tip,
I got my own pressure and got everyones elses,
I'm rehabilitating and still feeling rebellious,
Candidate of heart failure more pills than elvis,
In a layer cake, half chocolate half velvet,
I'm listening to some howe Melvin,
I got so many options there's so many toxins yo,
Didn't really tell what we killing ourselves with,
I lit a cigarette and then held it,
I'm thinking of some rhymes more illa than a threatin illment,
I'm on some bomb threat in the mail shit,
Because of all things I dealt with, nigga I can't help it...

[Chorus]

[Porn:]
I never said I'm ready to die, but I accept it,
Never said I"m ready for war, but I'm protected,
I don't even know when it's coming but I expect it,
Lost thoughts innocent hopes an now I'm left with
Nervous conditions, addictions, in addition
To prisons that mixed in to the wrong crowd,
My life is on a flight that going down,
My mother had an abortion for the wrong child,
With the time I felt loved, that's gone now,
That's replaced with purples rays some storm clouds,
Misery love Misery, so why make friends let's make enemies,
An now I got a habit that's wasn't meant for me,
Now I'm in a marriage that wasn't meant to be,
One more reason to change identity,
The cars, the crime, K's, penalties.

[Chorus]

I can't help it... I Can't help it
I can't help it... I Can't help it
I.I... I... I can't help it
I.I.I... I... I can't help it
I.I... I can't help it
I.I.I... I... I can't help it
I can't help it... I.I.I... I... I can't help it
I can't help it... I.I.I... I... I can't help it
I can't help it
I can't help it
I can't help it
I can't help it
I can't help it... I.I.I... I... I can't help it
I can't help it... I.I.I... I... I can't help it
I.I.I... I... I can't help it
I.I.I... I... I can't help it
I.I.I... I... I can't help it
I can't help it... I.I.I... I... I can't help it
I can't help it... I.I.I... I... I can't help it
I.I.I... I... I can't help it
I.I.I... I... I can't help it...