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Problems
Hip-Hop/Rap
Problems è stato pubblicato il 1 novembre 2025 da 6984948 Records DK come parte dell'album Problems - Single
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Data di uscita1 novembre 2025
Etichetta6984948 Records DK
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM64

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NOVXMBXR!
NOVXMBXR!
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Bloodworth Reese
Christopher Bloodworth Reese
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Liljah1_
Liljah1_
Producer

Testi

Back in Boston, I was scraping the pot (I was dead broke)
I done been through some shit **** and it's still not a lot
It's still not a lot
It's still not a lot
That's why I been grinding for a whole lotta guap
Whole lotta guap yea
Whole lotta guap
No I refuse **** not taking my spot
Not taking my spot
Not taking my spot uh no
Back in 2022
Not gonna lie
I was suicidal didn't know what to do
I just moved to Atlanta
For a couple months
Wasn't enrolled in a school
Yea after September
I lost my uncle tay I can't believe it's true
Gotta think this through
Gotta think it through
I was thinking of ways of getting blues
I'm running this shit up just for you
I know you love me you fucking me up too
Putting myself together with glue
When I look in your I can tell it's not even you
I can tell
My brother I'm wishing him well
I hope I can see him I hope he prevail
It's a matter of time it will tell huh
Will I grow bigger than a scalar can scale?
On earth but I feel like it's hell
Why I gotta suffer? I need mental help
Two weeks before Valentine's broke up with my girl my whole world melt
Separated from my momma
Separated from my brother
It's okay we gone blow like Osama
Yea we got each other
Please release me your honor
Too many problems I don't need another
Get ahold of the drugs might take this
Get ahold of the lean might face this
Get ahold of the pill might take it
I'm really not happy I fake it
You can hurt my heart but can't break it
There's a method to my madness
Getting money no more sadness
Do you dirty like a bad dish
Huh I'm tryna live up lavish
Give up real love fuck a baggage
One wrong move imma trash it
Imma pass it
Shit eating me up like a maggot
I ain't got time for no ass ****
I ain't going back and forth let 'em have it
Separated from my momma
Separated from my brother
It's okay we gone blow like Osama
Yea we got each other
Please release me your honor
Too many problems I don't need another
Back in Boston, I was scraping the pot (I was dead broke)
I done been through some shit **** and it's still not a lot
It's still not a lot
It's still not a lot
That's why I been grinding for a whole lotta guap
Whole lotta guap yea
Whole lotta guap
No I refuse **** not taking my spot
Not taking my spot
Not taking my spot uh no
Rainy days
Rainy days
Rainy days
Rainy days
Take my pain away
Pain away
Pain away
Pain away
Written by: Christopher Bloodworth Reese
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