Problems - Tribe Society

I’m used to being up when the world sleeps

Used to close my eyes but can never dream

I never read the weather cause the world’s cold

And I don’t want the gold without the rainbow

Cause I got problems

I got problems

Only down cause I like the view

I got problems

I got problems

Well this ain’t good to sing the blues

Love is like traffic on an open road

I’m trying to keep going, it’s impossible

And if I wake up and wear the same clothes

At least I’ll look good at my funeral

I got problems

I got problems

Only down cause I like the view

I got problems

I got problems

Well this ain’t good to sing the blues

I got problems

I got problems

Only down cause I like the view

I got problems

I got problems

Well this ain’t good to sing the blues