God help me deal with Saddam. He's trippin' me out!
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Story behind the song
The U.N. Security Council really wasted my time. Germany and France didn't go to the U.N. when they wanted us to go to Boznia... Now I have to deal with Camaroon! My God - Help Me! Saddam is toast!
Lyrics
My God - Help Me!
a.k.a. "Trippin' Me Out"
Words & Music by Robbi Spencer
(C) 2003 SpencerHectic Music/BMI
Ageless as time itself, we're the drifters
We are we're on the shelf now
Even though we're not too far from you
We're still feeling a little bit blue
My God - Help Me! You're trippin' me out
As I deal with Camaroon and what I need to say
My God - What I need
What I need to say to Saddam is "Fuck You"
With life looming over me,
Do I need you right beside me?
Fuck No!!!!!!
Flying high on the wings of an eagle,
Rising high above the world
On the wing of an ego,
I fly away from here
I'm still dreaming...
This time I take it all and fly away, fly away
For the world to leave me here this way
When I need to go
What I say and what I feel for you
You're trippin' me out, trippin' me,
You're trippin' me out
What you need to understand
Is that you can't compete with me
One hundred and ten thousand "hits"
Can suck my dick and in your mouth I'll take a pee
You're tripping me out "Fuck You!"
Looking at you, you sure got a purdy mouth
You're tripping me out "Fuck You!"
Looking at you with your lips so shinky and that hiney