American Problem

Could you try (Could you, oh, now, now, now)

To remember what you said tonight?

Do you remember how high we was? (Ooh, boy)

If I, if I don't want to say sorry (If I don't want to)

Then, ****, I won't

Motherfuck a high road

As it closes

Who touchin' now, who touchin' now, who touchin' my bag?

You're hurtin' me bad, I ain't seen the glass, it's the summer

I ain't goin' bad, better believe in that, had to creep in fast

Think I'm finna burn it, burn it to the ground, bruh

I drink, I smoke, I drink, I smoke, I drink until I sleep

(You gotta pass that thing over here)

I know, I know, I know, I know, this shit gon' catch up to me

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, shawty, I)

I drink, I smoke, I drink, I smoke, I drink until I sleep

(You gotta pass that thing over here)

I know, I know, I know, I know, red wine gon' catch up to me

(Red, red wine)

I can't sleep next to no one

Who don't look like, who don't look like you

And all my girlfriends, they tell me

"Well, you would've been better

If you picked someone who was just like you"

(Who touchin' now, who touchin' now, who touchin' my mind?)

You gotta pass the thing over here

Yeah, yeah, yeah, shawty, I

(Microphone check, check, one, two)

You gotta pass the thing over here

(Microphone check, check, one, two)

Yeah shawty, West Side, yeah, West Side, shawty

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah (Yeah)

Yeah

I'm stuck in the van with a mask on

Think about takin' my life, but the plan's wrong

Think about findin' a way to make the sand go, gone

I need another song to sing along to

Ninth grade, Tyler was the illest shit I ever heard

Goin' to his concerts, no mask, singin' every word

I think it's kinda crazy how my life panned out

I think it sucks that you and I ain't worked out

I used to sleep on Jon's couch

Sayin' I'll be out this bitch sooner than later

17, I said I was gon' make some shit

That was gon' be bigger than The FADER

I wanna be Paramount

I wanna move far away and buy my parents a house

I was obsessed with a blouse, I just liked the way it looked

I thought a brother was cute

He was older than his dawg, I was breakin' the rules

I was a flamin' faggot, that's what the principal called me

Not to my face, but I felt when I was stuck in his office

I'm just a, I'm just another American problem, my ****

Another American problem