American Problem - Kevin Abstract

American Problem - Kevin Abstract

  • Year of release: 2019
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 3:11

Below is the lyrics of the song American Problem , artist - Kevin Abstract with translation

Lyrics " American Problem "

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American Problem

Kevin Abstract

Who touchin' my, who touchin' my, who touchin' my bag

You’re hurtin' me bad, I ain’t seen the glass, it’s the summer

I ain’t going bad, better believe in that, had to creep 'em fast

Think I’m finna burn it, burn it to the ground, bruh

I drink, I smoke, I drink, I smoke, I drink until I sleep

(You gotta pass the thing over her)

I know, I know, I know, I know, this shit gonn' catch up to me

(Yeah, yeah, yeah shawty, I)

I drink, I smoke, I drink, I smoke, I drink until I sleep

(You gotta pass the thing over her)

I know, I know, I know, I know, red wine gonn' catch up to me

(Westside, red, red wine)

I can’t sleep next to no one

Who don’t look like, who don’t look like you

And all my girlfriends, they tell me

Well you would have been better if you picked someone who is just like you

(Who touchin' my, who touchin' my, who touchin' my mind)

You gotta pass the thing over her

Yeah, yeah, yeah shawty, I

(Microphone check, check, one, two)

You gotta pass the thing over her

(Microphone check, check, one, two)

Yeah, shawty, westside, yeah, westside, shawty

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I’m stuck in a van with a mask on

Think about taking my life, but the plan’s wrong

Think about finding a way to make the sand go, gone

I need another song to sing along to

Ninth grade, Tyler was the illest shit I ever heard

Going to his concerts, no mask, singing every word

I think it’s kinda crazy how my life panned out

I think it sucks that you and I ain’t work out

I used to sleep on Jim’s couch, saying I’ll be out, it’s been sooner than later

Seventeen, that sales gonn' make some shit

I was gonn' be bigger than The FADER, I wanna be Paramount

I wanna move far away and buy my parents a house

I was obsessed with a blouse, I just liked the way it looked

I thought the brother was cute, he was older than his dawg

I was breaking the rules, I was a flaming faggot

That’s what the principal called me

Not to my face, but I felt

When I was stuck in his office

I’m just a, I’m just another american problem, my nigga

Another american problem

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