Problems

So confusing so confusing You know sometimes, sometimes I wonder If God is a woman, a caring woman just like my Moms And if she was what be so bad about it What's be so bad about it I know one thing for sure The devil she dances in a bright red dress with no panties on Hey yo let's talk about it Hey yo Let's talk about it I'm feeling like a clown again And not up in no good way I'm making all these dumb mistakes see Life ain't all it should be Admit da shit, don't try to flip The script aint all it could be It's evident, dead presidents, consumed us poor so poorly I can feel it way down in the pit of my stomach I hope that I can stomach half the bullshit coming from it I can feel it in my legs I can feel it in my head Walk with it like every breath walk with it like every step. More problems than fingers and toes Why you acting brand new the shit is getting old I think it's time we grow up and maybe start to grow I think is time we grow up And learn to let it go Your routes been redirected, the hustle not respected The child was some other dudes as kids we've Been neglected Everything is everything there's nothing in between Most a people sold they sold they soul and made off with they dreams Extensity of everything was all but way too much Our memories fade like ever-clear Somebody spiked my punch I Never took like no advice The money must of took me Slanging Dope, I'm doing dope these pills make things confusing More problems than fingers and toes Why we keep actin brand new it's all just getting old I think it's time we grow up and learn to let it go And learn to let it go I need to let that go You know sometimes Sometimes I wonder if God is a woman A caring Woman just like my Moms and if she was What be so bad about it You know one thing for sure, one thing for sure The devil She dances in a bright red dress, with no panties on Hey yo let's talk about it Can we just talk about it