Problem Songtext

von Nova Rockafeller

So,
I got money in the bank, kinda nerved to the plane
I wake up in Jamaica, no need to explain
Plans by the second 'cause I'm fucking insane
And I'm never throwin' money when I'm making it rain
I had a lot of boyfriends, they were never stable
Late night, all you, and so mad I'm throwin' tables
Taught myself to read, I've been a genius since cradle
Long start to my misfits called Gable
Skeletons in closets, let 'em all kill yo
Y'all don't wanna fuck with me, a real black widow
Piss me off, I'm swinging I don't a fuck, ditto
All my competition getting smothered with a pillow
Schizophrenic, like sid barry
Long gone
Edgar allen house screaming reynolds
On one
Hint of vision im a hundred by three
Never ending you want it?
You don't want it with me

'cuz I'm a problem
I'm not wrapped too tight
Head on backwards, been up all night
I'm kinda on one. That's how I live my life
Mama warned you about me like once or twice
You want a problem
I got problems
You want a problem
I got problems
I'm a problem

Oh, so you think you got problems?
Y'all know shoulda done fucks with conundrums
And I continue em kid and ask...