Sam Stan - SOS lyrics

[Intro] Oh Lord, I need your help Oh Lord, I need your help [Verse 1: Kaleb Mitchell] Said that you would never leave me, said you would not forsake me Man, I really need your help, these last few months have been crazy Doctor told my momma that she need another surgery And I could never feel the pain but I swear it's hurtin' me Every single day, these people wanna try my patience, Lord Scheme behind my back then say they really hope I make it Oh miss me, looking for the real thing, not another knockoff Lord, I really need your help, but would you ever leave us here? Living in a country where I get shot down ‘cause I fit the description of a suspect From Trayvon to Mike Brown, ones we never talked about, got me thinking that I could be up next Feeling like a board in the middle of the ocean, I got no direction, I'm just driftin' Tryna live better, I'm tryna do better, but the Devil really tryna catch me slippin', oh Lord Yeah, my feet tired, I been chasing these dreams Yeah, shouldn't be this stressed out, man, I'm only seventeen I know I ain't no hero, no S on my chest That's why I had to humble myself and send you this SOS Like, "Lord" [Hook] Oh Lord, I need your help Oh Lord, I need your help Oh Lord, I need your help Oh Lord, I need your help [Verse 2: Sam Stan] And all my people got stress, all my people got debt, and all my people upset ‘Cause all my people got tests and all the homies got Fs, but what 'bout me? Enough 'bout me, you're so smart, you got like two degrees? Oh, that's cool, real, real cool, I'm so cold I'm like two degrees Tryna change the world since like seventeen, stand up tall, yeah, I sip no lean How I'm doing? Man, I'm doing well, young Samuel out to change the world Aw, yeah, believe me, yeah, I'ma make y'all believe me I made some change, I made some fans, turn 'em all to fiends Aw, yeah, believe me, yeah, I ain't tryna be good ‘cause I'm great Told God, "Need a little more faith," Hell yeah, I got a lot on my plate I know I'm no hero, got no S on my chest Had to humble myself to send you this SOS Like, "Why these people keep stressin' me? And why these rappers keep pressin' me? And why these girls keep on temptin' me? Make me do things that I don't wanna do God? If there's Heaven for a real on, I'm gon' make it, yeah Told my moms, "By 21, I'm gon' make it," yeah [Hook] Oh Lord, I need your help Oh Lord, I need your help Oh Lord, I need your help Oh Lord, I need your help Oh Lord, I need your help Oh Lord, I need your help Oh Lord, I need your help Oh Lord, I need your help