Russ - Problems lyrics

rate me

I know I got problems, at least I face them

Gotta speak on the bullshit cuz to me it’s not bullshit

I’m a schizofrenic, bipolar, mental maniac, yellin at the universe

Like pay me back I got some problems

Uncle was on cocaine, other uncle died early

Cuz he turned to heroine, my grandpa got to shake some nerves

Hope he gets to see me make it before I see his funeral service

Let the liquor creep, creep, creep upon me

I don’t need to sleep, sleep, sleep cuz I’m on this

So let’s go, ooh, ooh yeah

I know I got problems , at least I face them

Gotta speak on the bullshit cuz to me it’s not bullshit

Yeah I move around alot,

learned not to get attached, dad gave his trust to a hoe

Try to get it back, even after I was born

Nothing worse than a womans scone

Coming after, kiss with the wrong one

Could be a natural disaster

I remember driving up on East

Daddy in jail, ex wife said he beat her

My mom had to cope with this hoe paying either(?)

My dad doesn’t fuck with y'all so don’t fuck with y'all either

Yeah I shoud know not to fuck with hoes

But I love'em and they love me

Should've learned you can feel the burn

Of a bitch gone bitter

I know I got problems , at least I face them

Gotta speak on the bullshit cuz to me it’s not bullshit

I know I got problems , at least I face them

Gotta speak on the bullshit cuz to me it’s not bullshit

Thanks to Mattie for correcting these lyrics