"Problems" lyrics
(feat. Cristale)
Problems, I got hundreds, they keep comin'
Hear the money callin', I go runnin'
Problems, I got hundreds, they keep comin'
Hear the money callin', I go runnin'
Give me facts, no fiction, make God my witness
From the snakes and serpents, I keep my distance
Know the love was quiet, I heard the whispers
Makin' interest while I stand on business
I want more money, less stress, good sex
She wanted a new body, cost an arm and a leg
Bills, bills, bills, can't pay me with respect
Must have thought I was a dunce, I did dance, then I step
I just want the soft life, not everyday finesse
I'll be blessed with a little rest and a new address
Take a guess, how many times you think I been a mess?
Secrets and regrets I been trippin' to suppress
Look, cold with the guilt, these mechanisms, all medicines tried
Countless operations and still couldn't sever the ties
After several tries, I still ain't severed several ties
Operation cut them off like I'm the general
I'm just a degenerate, I'm ellin' degenerate guys
Never designed to be basic or generalise
The only way is up, but I was never inclined to take advice
I can see Cain from enemy lines
If I gambled, I'd take some money and set it aside
Bet on myself and become rich beyond ever the scribe
But I don't, and insider tradin's a federal crime
There's no point, my tank's empty energy wise
Too forgivin' in body and soul, but I'm clever in mind
Hopin' we'll look back and laugh at this at seventy-five
We tried bein' abstinent, but bun the celibate tribe
Clear every thought, put me in touch with my feminine side
Problems, I got hundreds, they keep comin'
Hear the money callin', I go runnin'
Problems, I got hundreds, they keep comin'
Hear the money callin', I go runnin'
Hear the money callin', I go runnin'
Problems, I got hundreds, they keep comin'
Hear the money callin', I go runnin'
Give me facts, no fiction, make God my witness
From the snakes and serpents, I keep my distance
Know the love was quiet, I heard the whispers
Makin' interest while I stand on business
I want more money, less stress, good sex
She wanted a new body, cost an arm and a leg
Bills, bills, bills, can't pay me with respect
Must have thought I was a dunce, I did dance, then I step
I just want the soft life, not everyday finesse
I'll be blessed with a little rest and a new address
Take a guess, how many times you think I been a mess?
Secrets and regrets I been trippin' to suppress
Look, cold with the guilt, these mechanisms, all medicines tried
Countless operations and still couldn't sever the ties
After several tries, I still ain't severed several ties
Operation cut them off like I'm the general
I'm just a degenerate, I'm ellin' degenerate guys
Never designed to be basic or generalise
The only way is up, but I was never inclined to take advice
I can see Cain from enemy lines
If I gambled, I'd take some money and set it aside
Bet on myself and become rich beyond ever the scribe
But I don't, and insider tradin's a federal crime
There's no point, my tank's empty energy wise
Too forgivin' in body and soul, but I'm clever in mind
Hopin' we'll look back and laugh at this at seventy-five
We tried bein' abstinent, but bun the celibate tribe
Clear every thought, put me in touch with my feminine side
Problems, I got hundreds, they keep comin'
Hear the money callin', I go runnin'
Problems, I got hundreds, they keep comin'
Hear the money callin', I go runnin'
