I Got Problems - Reedy

Can you blame me?

Always getting angry, I think as I get older I get more cranky,

I’m starting to need more motherfucking brandy,

To ease my tension, my stress and my anti,

Social behavior is getting way out of control,

I’m starting to become a fucking a-hole,

My music’s good?

Yeah!

If you say so!

I’ve been pushing so hard lately, I should fucking think so,

But I’m looking through a window, my views clear,

I’m sure my music gets shitter with every song I hear,

With every word I write, with every verse I tear,

With every track I listen back I want to disappear,

I want to rip off these fucking perfectionist ears,

Drown the lyric sheets in my tears ‘til it smears,

But then I realize why I am what I is,

I’m so scared to fail, ‘cause rap’s all I have left,

(Chorus x2)

I got problems, yep, how could I forget,

No money, shit job, and a dream that just won’t quit,

Nightmares are stopping me from conquering it,

No matter how many times I spit, I keep coming back to this,

Can you help me?

I’m not stable enough to get healthy;

I am feeling so empty,

When I’m not being an MC, I’m just a kitkat wrapper,

Instead of a hip hop rapper, I’m rubbish,

And life is being a bitch, I’m trying so hard but it always just sounds

Sluggish,

Then it brings out my most thuggishness escapades escalating to an S.O.S

I’m exasperated,

I’m hated, after years of being excavated these women have now created, a Hole in my soul,

Soulless I’ve become, a heart?

There is none, a heartless bastard worse

Than Nazis in Auschwitz,

Yeah I’m a motherfucking arsonist, trying to create fire with verses you

Asses!

I’m just trying to be a fucking artist, but with the issues I got my paint

Brush snapped in half, shit,

(Chorus x2)

I got problems, yep, how could I forget,

No money, shit job, and a dream that just won’t quit,

Nightmares are stopping me from conquering it,

No matter how many times I spit, I keep coming back to this