Problems - Weathers

I don’t know if I can get out of bed

My mama said that there’s nothing wrong

My eyes are fogged up, haven’t taken a hit

It’s all better again

I go out on on a Friday night

Seeing double with my Ray Bands on

My eyes are blacked out, on the way to your heart

I’m just a mess again

What’s wrong with me?

Why do I always let you down?

And I’m down here crawling

Wish I could change

Blame it on my DNA

I could have a million dollars

But baby I got problems

I got problems

I got problems

I got problems

I got problems

Dance party at the DMV

Red lights don’t mean we stop

I catch my Uber ride up the 405

I’m on a merry go round

A head rush and a couple of bucks

My body needs company

I wanna scream, scream at the top of my lungs

(It's better unsaid)

What’s wrong with me?

Why do I always let you down?

And I’m down here crawling

Wish I could change

Blame it on my DNA

I could have a million dollars

But baby I got problems

I got problems

I got problems

I got problems

I got problems

I don’t care about your hair

I don’t care about your diet

I don’t care about your kicks

Yeah I’m kicking it 'cause some things cannot be fixed

I got problems

I got problems

I got problems

I got problems

(I got) I got problems

I got problems

(I got) I got problems

Yeah I got problems