LOTTA PROBLEMS. (FT. BBankz)
• Written by MercerMars
Chorus (Me):
I got lots of problems (lots of 'em, baby)
And I cannot solve 'em (lots of 'em, baby)
And I'm stuck at the bottom (bottom, bottom, babe)
Lots of all these problems (problems, problems, baby, babe, babe)
I got lots of problems (lots of 'em, baby)
And I cannot solve 'em (lots of 'em, baby)
And I'm stuck at the bottom (bottom, bottom, babe)
Lots of all these problems (problems, problems, baby, babe, babe)
Verse 1 (BBankz, yes he's black):
SoFaygo with dat Knock Knock, Knock Knock
We gon' bust your door down, fuck off
And I know hoes be whores now, they call cops
And I know I was never yours, wow, who knew?
She look good from the front & back, that's the truth
She fuckin' on me as much as I fuck you
Fell in love with the drugs 'cause that's what I do
Are you for me or my gang? I can't decide if you
Ever loved me the way I fuckin' loved you
I got all these problems, and these fucked up views
You can call me BBankz, nigga, we stay true
Like Dustystaytrue, ooh, we always stay true
And I got drugs in my system, designer bags
And I done fucked up my system, like, why you mad?
She said she loved me but she didn't, well, that's too bad
Money on me, I ain't kidding, you's a fuckin' fag
I got these fake hoes in my face, I'ma call 'em cabs
Told that nigga to call his Uber or his fuckin' dad
And I open up my window for a breath of fresh air
All I see is all these fake niggas with rats in they hair
Like I'm Albert or some shit, you was not even there
And you bitches said you care but you didn't even care
So fuck off with that shit sayin' that shit be unfair
That's how life is, bitch, accept it or don't, it don't matter
Uh
And I make his skull shatter
Brain matter splattered on the fuckin' walls
Got my dagger, jabbin' niggas wit' my dagger
No fuckin' happily ever afters
Bonded to the symbiote like I'm Eddie Brock
Dylan Brock, bitch, I brought the blaster
We gon' fuckin' close this chapter
Niggas in my face with they idiotic laughter
Feel like Tobey 5'8 dodgin' that Flash Thompson nigga
Walk into the club with like ten of my diggas
All of 'em be diggin' for gold
Why the fuck you niggas gettin' so old?
Fuck on that bitch, got a heart made of gold
Feel like Midas, shut up, the Glocky I hold
Ooh, ooh ooh
MAC 10 with the spliff, yeah
Smokin' on a blunt, I'm a fuckin' wordsmith, yeah
What she really want? She want some of this shit? Yeah
What the fuck, you cunt? You better fix all this, yeah
Chorus (Me):
I got lots of problems (lots of 'em, baby)
And I cannot solve 'em (lots of 'em, baby)
And I'm stuck at the bottom (bottom, bottom, babe)
Lots of all these problems (problems, problems, baby, babe, babe)
I got lots of problems (lots of 'em, baby)
And I cannot solve 'em (lots of 'em, baby)
And I'm stuck at the bottom (bottom, bottom, babe)
Lots of all these problems (problems, problems, baby, babe, babe)
Verse 2 (Me):
She got me bent, she got me bent
She left a dent, she left a dent
Grew to resent, grew to resent
We can't make amends, no makin' amends
I want you dead, I want you dead
I want revenge, I want revenge
My mom I'll avenge, my mom I'll avenge
You bitches'll be dead with shots to your head
And shots to your chest, no bulletproof vest
I rap on the beat as I'm gettin' my checks
Eatin' by any means, lil' bitch, I see red
Ooh-ooh-ooh, what she want? She want the checks
All she want is money, she don't care if I'm dead
She could care less 'bout my fuckin' death
Gave her all my money with my damn last breath
Bitches know I'm so fresh (so fresh, baby, so fresh, babe)
You can be my Sidney, you's my tenth, bae, you's my tenth, babe
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Trapped in the making of my own misery
I ain't scared to fuck you, you know our damn history
As Steve Lacy one said he ain't scared to bleed
I really thought you'd forever be there for me
Seems like your idiotic ass didn't even care for me
And honestly I guess it's really unfair for me
But it don't fuckin' matter, I got hoes who forever care
You was never there, no, you was never there, nev-never there
Neve Campbell with the fuckin' Scream 7
Bitches all in my DM's, I'm stuck between heaven
And hell, feel like E-Leven, this my E-leventh
Fuckin' drug that I took, bitch, will I ever reach Heaven?
Wantin' your love with each session
I'm so fucked up, waitin' for sweet heaven
These hoes, they fed up wit' me, I keep checkin'
My exits and my locks with each second
Steam engine, bitches fake, they always need seconds
I need seconds, this shit Armageddon, you loved me for a brief second
Was it a fleetin' dream? Baby, answer me
And you're so messed up with all these sessions
She wantin' me dead, I can't be here
I need to disappear, baby, I can't be second
Gotta always be first place
You call me up on the worst days
I hate bein' at my workplace
Blowin' my brains out like birthday
Candles and shit, I've had worse days
These bitches, they fake, ball like Berkeley
She wantin' the rainbow face, what would Curt say?
He'd tell me to suck it up and kill those birdbrains
Why the fuck y'all hoes so bird-brained?
Money on me, like the Kurt 'Bain
And I get juiced up like I'm Bane, Bane
You always in my face, face
I don't want your fuckin' sympathy
I fuck bitches up, 'cause of what they did to me
Stylin' on these fake hoes, she wish on me
All the pain that you fuckin' idiots wished on me
Is you happy now? Is you happy now?
Ooh, is you happy now? Is you happy now? Ooh
Is you happy now? Is you happy now? Ooh
Is you happy now? Is you happy now? Ooh
Chorus (BBankz, yes he's black):
I got lots of problems (lots of 'em, baby)
And I cannot solve 'em (lots of 'em, baby)
And you say that it's so awesome (that it's so awesome)
When it's really not, uh (really not, uh)
I got lots of problems (lots of 'em, baby)
And I cannot solve 'em (lots of 'em, baby)
And I feel so damn solemn
Lots of all these problems (problems, problems, baby, babe, babe)
