I got problems,

Yellin' at me in the middle of the night

That ain't gonna solve 'em

Slow down,

Woah-oh-oh-o-,

Problems,

Why the fuck you lookin' at me tilted with your head

I'ma solve em,

I'ma solve em

Allow me, I got a lot of problems with monogamy, it seems like mushroom cloud that I'd spit out

you feel the heat strike, if it sounds like "shitake", I'm sorry,

I feel the beat fight its way into a phrase and then we beef like I'm

"Stroganoff" alone in my room, cool,

At least She ain't been bunking up with some other dude, so like,

That's fine, but then she try to tell me there's another,

Ain't that dude, but he hang out up over and under the covers

Alright, look, I'll admit, I'm

A little bit inadequate, but I can wave a tongue inside her clavicle, a areola-immaculate,

I get inside the navel cavity,

I spit and hit the clit-

...

Scream and the moan is what I look for,

...

I could write a poem and a book for her,

If she knew what I meant when I said what I said,

All the hurt that I caused,

All the time that she spent crying,

It all passed by,

I don't know why, I still write different rhymes that say love

Fond a, the,

Way that she look doves cry,

I get high as fuck when she walk up into the room, you,

Think that I wouldn't,

I know that I shouldn't,

I couldn't help if I die soon,

This is my doom to go out showing

My love,

Then I break up,

At least I know that I tried to-

I got problems,

Yelling at me in the middle of the night,

That ain't gonna solve 'em,

Slow down,

Whoa-oh-oh-o-

Problems,

Why the fuck you lookin' at me tilted with your head,

I'ma solve 'em, I'ma solve 'em

Last night I had a dream, I drew a circle and fucked it, it,

Was actually your girl I bent her over, she loved it,

In the garden of Eden,

Eatin' apples and peaches,

Thought a lot about my mumbo-jumbo raps and my speeches,

And I just,

Hate to see the game the way that it looks,

It need more lyricism, 808's, and a way-catchy hook,

I'm bout to lay it down, no wait, let me cook,

What you're about to smell will have the fuckin

Taste-Brothers shook

Problems,

Yellin' at me in the middle of the night

That ain't gonna solve 'em

Slow down,

Woah-oh-oh-o-,

Problems,

Why the fuck you lookin' at me tilted with your head

I'ma solve em,

I'ma solve em

I'm strugglin', rumblin', crumblin' down,

You're mumblin' mouth,

Bumblin', mumboin-jumboin,

humblin' now, you're dumbo and how,

The fuck can you sit here just stutterin', wasting

It uttering, copy and pastin',

I come for the brow,

Mutter so loud,

Strike up a nerve and I just bust up over a pizza-

the couch is flipped

I write up my script and the crowd,

Inside of my brain its

Roaring I'm soaring like Icarus,

Louder they scream as if,

I'm fallin' and ballin' in flames and I come for the street,

And if you are standing in place on my pavement to which I am fallin',

I'm targeting you,

You targeted me

I got problems,

Yellin' at me in the middle of the night that ain't gonna

Solve 'em

Slow down,

Woah-oh-oh-o-,

Problems,

Why the fuck you lookin' at me tilted with your head

I'ma solve em,

I'ma solve em