Problems

Monday morning, bed bugs crawling outta my ears

creeping out my bed with a pillow full o' tears

My head so stolid, its full of fuckin fears

feared that somebody will motha fuckin hear

just grab another beer and pretend you don't got problems

People pretend like they give a fuck and i say "i got em"

I hate everyone they fuck up my eardrums

Losing friendships i like to call them faggot hoodlums

People having orgasms, at stupid asylums

over shit music i call it Venom

im so fucking ransom, all i get is shitty outcomes

Im writing poems, For people like me, I have fuckin problems.

 

 

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

Eat nothing i look like fucking fossils eating cobbles

Wearing goggles to hide my eyes, because of my troubles

I like to act like Marshal marvel, I'm the reason for gospels

All because of my godamn problems.

 

 

Crazy rhymes, no meaning trying to have a good time

Toss a dime into the fountain, God give me a Sign

I wanna climb like a slime on my fucking rhyme

eat a lime, then do a crime, use a chime, just tryna have a good time

All can say is that i got fuckin problems

 

I just need someone to help me yell "Fuck em"