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Problems
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Problems è stato pubblicato il 26 aprile 2023 da Whatadrag Records come parte dell'album Problems
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Data di uscita26 aprile 2023
EtichettaWhatadrag Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM84

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You aren't contemporary you're just temporary 
Me they will still play this once I'm dead and buried 
Because I'm permanent like this buzz I'm on now 
Flying through my city I am not ever going to calm down
Windbreaker on but I am not wearing jackets
If you know you know throw a after milk is rapping   
Never cared if I'm the best at this rap shit 
Drop a tape if the homies like it that's a fucking classic 
I'm in the with the top off 
All the records that I sold wouldn't get the gas tank topped off 
But I'm getting topped off with her shotgun with her top off
Holding shotguns with the top off 
Drop her off at her mom's bumping pop rock  
Raps bubble in my mouth like soda and pop rocks 
My team starters and everybody was a walk on
Loop a blue note for something to talk on 
I'm ugly designer jeans muscle tee 
Fuck with me but got it on me if you want to fuck with me
Shot out to the grave I'm about to lay you in
How you rap so many bars but you aren't saying shit 
Making money I don't ever make amends  
Probably getting faded while you playing this 
I'm too caught up in her body parts 
We fell in love and slow danced to car alarms 
I wear a crown of flowers stolen from a funeral 
I know I look tragic but I feel so beautiful  
And my problems multiply like
Beer cans in the trash that I never take out
I'm pretty sure there isn't a cure for this 
At the party sipping bottles is my nervous tick 
I'm pretty sure there isn't a cure for this 
At the party sipping bottles is my nervous tick
Nervous system spit something for the big sums 
See if I can fit all my regrets between the kick drums 
We all know the killers no one knows the victims  
That's why I like gangster movies with big guns 
And mix up jealousy when I get love
Ghosts on my girl's lips every time I kiss them 
Still know it doesn't mean shit to get my dick sucked
Doubled standards that I mix up 
When I was young I used to mix drugs shrooms and big blunts thizz bumps  
Wonder if that's why I'm so mixed up 
Throw a six up every time the Devil near me 
I'm underground just so God never hears me 
I'm underground just so God never hears me 
Or to keep the Devil near me thinking
Nate spent his twenties in a box 
I spent my twenties lost not grateful for anything I got 
I spent my thirties getting money
Trying to forgive myself for relationships I modeled off my mom
Probably spend my forties writing bars 
Hope I get married and accept that love is hard
Hope I spend my fifties in the yard playing catch with my daughter and the dog
Hope my sixties really aren't too hard 
By seventy I'll probably wonder where the time has gone  
Write a book how life is too short to be so long 
At eighty they're going to turn the ventilator off 
And I'm going to spend my last breath trying to get right with God 
I'll have to rhyme it all at the pearly gates  
On how I knew my right from wrong but chose the wrong anyways 
I hope they listen to these  
How I did so much wrong but know I'm still a good person
It's confusing I don't expect angels to excuse it 
I guess you just got to know what it's like being human 
I got some heart breaks I got some friends to call 
I got some overdoes and I plan to sell them all 
Because all our problems multiply while we hide our flaws 
I got infinite forgiveness for the ways you did me wrong 
Because everybody is just trying to be happy 
Protect your heart but then it atrophies   
Still the safest place alone that's why I pace at home 
Go go out on a date and wish I would have stayed at home 
Remember when we ate a zone on California campus in the black woods 
And I almost smoked a whole clove cigarette backwards 
Back words I never take my words back 
One day everything in life is going to turn black 
We disappear because we don't want to let them down 
Then get let down when they disappear 
That's why my heart don't beat and my nerves are shot 
Memories too loud I can't turn them off
I can't sleep any time I hear a turning clock 
Because I know it's a countdown until they turn me off 
So I lay in bed dreaming I'm awake or thinking I'm asleep
Still wondering if I'm really anything
Or just some thoughts without a body
Got dark and the world told me it was feeling sorry 
I wake up from a dream I was fighting with my mother 
Feeling kind of guilty because I rarely ever call her  
Roll out of bed and grab my phone to call her number 
That's when I remember that she died last summer
Written by: Daniel Rosenberg
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