Yeah

Guess I'm the problem

All these shawties in my phone

And I swear they steady mobbin'

I forget about my problems when that mouth it get to slobbin'

And its only gonna get worse when I'm really poppin'

Yeah

I'm in that mode

Shawty like you never at home

Why you always on the go

Swear I'm scarred from my past

Since a youngin' been alone

Put a smile on her face every time we on the phone

I need love and I need some affection

Tubmans and them benjis on my mind

She ride me good I think that she from Texas

I slut her out now she think that she mine

She wanna know what's going through my mind

I'm stressed as fuck

I think my card declined

You always gonna struggle on the climb

When God made me I swear he took his time

So many problems

I ain't tryna bring 'em to you

No

Just a young **** from the o

Woah

That be going through it on his own

I ain't never cliqued up switched up

Left a lot of **** cause they bitched up

Everything smooth not a hiccup

At least that's what I tell you oh no

Yeah

Guess I'm the problem

All these shawties in my phone

And I swear they steady mobbin'

I forget about my problems when that mouth it get to slobbin'

And its only gonna get worse when I'm really poppin'