Songteksten

Problems, Problems, Problems, Problems I smoke dabs 'til my chest is swollen (swollen) Yeah, (Eazy, Eazy, Eazy, Eazy) Shut the Fuck up! Yeah Yeah Cocaine bleeds out my nose, yeah LCD, Ecstasy, feels like I float Stop for a moment Codeine, Promethazine pouring Leaning over like I'm broken My Brain is drained of Serotonin I'm still high when I wake up in the morning Rip off the covers, I feel claustrophobic Rip off my shirt, now I feel like Hulk Hogan This isn't wrestling but this Rocks enormous How am I ever expecting to snort it I do drugs to solve my problems I do drugs to solve my problems I do drugs to solve all my problems Now I'm Lookin' like A Goblin What's Poppin'? That's what I asked him At the rave with a handful of acid On my ass and I'm plastered That's random See a dude doin' back flips, that's Brandon What's Happenin'? Bad Habits (don't panic) Pass me the J and the juicy acid I'm a Juicy J and groupy addict Kicking it with bitches doing beauty pageants Eazy come, Eazy go, you need napkins? Just keep laughing, Jerry Seinfeld Way too high now Amy Winehouse, Layin' in my house Just keep spazzin' Popping Ibuprofen Thought that I'd be jokin'? Need another hit but I don't know where the torch is Need another bitch but I want her from the porn biz Got too many problems I ignore them Got too many lines trying to snort them I'm a downer on the opium Crushin' em down start smokin' em (Crushin' em down start smokin' em) I do drugs to solve my problems I do drugs to solve my problems I do drugs My brains melting My-my (drugs) my-my I do drugs My brains melting My-my—my-my I do drugs to solve my problems I do drugs to... I go back to, I go back to, I go back to black
Writer(s): Matthew Tuszynski, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out