Problems- TGL
• Written by jetblackrlsh
Life is hard as the beat
Life is hard on the street
You see these scars on my feet
Yet people say that life is sweet
Never know a real man till he's faced with the heat
Can't get no rest, cause my life's on repeat
With every victory, a taste of defeat
We grind for our wheat
But we never see the dough
Complain to the boss
Escorted to the doh'
Not to mention the po-po
[Oh no, they shot jo-jo]
Found him on the corner, selling that co-co
Not to mention all the girls doing the no-no
Posing for photos
Everybody trying to be a star
But they never get far
Everybody wanting to spit a fire bar
Want to ride in a brand new car
Possessed by dreams of grandeur
But they have to lower they standards
Hook:
I got problems
Problems, Problems
So many
Problems, Problems
You don't know nothing bout my problems
Got them on my shoulder, like a goblin
Try to walk them off, like I'm modelin
I got so many, don't even know which equation I'm solvin
It feels like the world stopped revolving
Like the people stopped evolving
I'm calling
Out to the people
Climbing up to the steeple
Lost in pain
With loss and no gain
Feels like I'm in an eternal rain
Problems frying my brain
Doctors telling me I'm insane
That I've lost my train
Of thought
Police chasing me, trying not to get caught
Too real, skill can't be bought
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jetblackrlsh
Member since February 8 2016