Issues and Problems (feat. Hazy C)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling

I feel like I got issues and I got problems

Ooh, you look good today, I think I robbed him

Feel like my love lesser, raising my blood pressure

My life is fucked up, this song is my confession

I'm up all night, that's called insomnia

I smoke this good weed to keep my body up

I ain't scared of your boy, nor, am I paranoid

I know you hear me, boy, I know you hear me, boy

Yeah, look at the padded wall, welcome to my room

This is death row, I'm about to die soon

I can feel it, my life's been too good

I'm used to bullshit and these bitches out the hood

They used to these upscale hoes looking for cocktails

I need a 40 ounce and a box of shells

So what's the propaganda? I think I got the answer

If you ain't got no work, then go and cop a hammer

And go and take something, cause nothing's given here

My life is ludicrous, chicken and beer

You kicking it here, no living in fear

Wet mouth with a dry face, no time for the tears

No time for the chilling, no time for relaxing

My clock says war, it's time for some action

I ain't got no heart, I'm like an android

I know you hear me, boy, I know you hear me, boy

Might seem a little iffy, might see me doing things that people call risky

My IV's poison, boy, try to walk through me, shit might get itchy

My conscience never feels guilty, just give in to whatever feels tempting

Gotta walk to work, see a kid on his bike, rob him with candy

Knock him out and take his 10 speed, shoot him with that Rambo flow

Gas me up, Aamco, act tough, but that's a cover up

I can still see your pussy, camel toe

I accept everything, cause everything's resisting me

Opposite as can be, motherfucker, can't you see

I feel like I got issues and I got problems

Ooh, you look good today, I think I robbed him

Feel like my love lesser, raising my blood pressure

My life is fucked up, this song is my confession

I'm up all night, that's called insomnia

I smoke this good weed to keep my body up

I ain't scared of your boy, nor, am I paranoid

I know you hear me, boy, I know you hear me, boy

Bitches better dumb down, before you come around

You know you ain't welcome in the fun house

Get your pistols up, get ready for the showdown

We the type to throw down, outsiders will hold no crown

Nothing less than smiles over here, we hold no frowns

You got a problem with drama, then I suggest you leave

I set the tech to your neck and be impressed if you breathe

I'm a nice guy, give you a sec to bleed

Cause your death did nothing that'd be upsetting me

I give a fuck about the rules to the game

It's sound vision, get it right and I'll stay true to the name

Getting slick with your lip, you could get two to the frame

Now that's construction for your ass, we got tools that'll bang

Gonna get a rude awakening, if you snooze through the rain

You're losing your aim, choosing to be boozing through pain

Who is insane? The dude got more goons than Usain

I shoot with no aim, but fuck it, I'm more fluid than drain

I'm just like grandma falling off her chair

I'm off my fucking rocker, got more issues than a bitch on Maury

Trying to find her fourth kid's father

I'm pissed off at my forefathers, but I'm getting drunk with Uncle Sam

Crushing and sniffing pills with Alice, trying to get to Wonderland

I'm thinking evil thoughts, wondering what evil thinks of me

I mean, hopefully he's pleased I'm just another grain of sugar in his cup of tea

I'm accepting everything cause everything's resisting me

Opposite ass can be, motherfucker can't you see

I feel like I got issues and I got problems

Ooh, you look good today, I think I robbed him

Feel like my love lesser, raising my blood pressure

My life is fucked up, this song is my confession

I'm up all night, that's called insomnia

I smoke this good weed to keep my body up

I ain't scared of your boy, nor, am I paranoid

I know you hear me, boy, I know you hear me, boy