Christ, I'm a mess, my heart feels like it’s breaking
My mind is screwed up by the drugs I've been taking
Too many nights on the street and it ain't good for me
My teachers all told me education would save me
But look at this mess of a life that it gave me
Their rules and their words and theirs books hold no answers for me
The walls of this city like a prison contain me
As I look for myself I just find those who blame me
For being a product of their time with my own things to say
I don’t fit any rules in this plan they've created
I represent something to be feared or hated
Suppress the boy, break his back, make him look up to me
For Christ sakes, get me out of here
Let me out of here
Somebody help me please
Get me out of here
Let me out of here
Won't somebody help me please
Get me out of here
Let me out of here
Somebody help me please
Get me out of here
Let me out of here
These neighborhood girls they're all legs and make up
I love 'em and hope they'll be gone when I wake up
Must be some sweet lovin' gal in this world just for me
The people who raised me don't care shit about me
In society’s eyes they’d be better without me
Just gotta get out, break out, find some space for me
For Christ sakes, get me out of here
Let me out of here
Somebody help me please
Get me out of here
Let me out of here
Somebody help me please
Get me out of here
Let me out of here
Somebody help me please
Get me out of here
Let me out of here
Somebody help me
It seems that when I wake up each morning
I get up on the wrong side of life
I would do anything, beg, steal or borrow
Give me a chance and I shot at tomorrow
Let Me Outta Here was written by Billy Thorpe.
Let Me Outta Here was produced by Spencer Proffer & Billy Thorpe.