The Problems ft. D-Lucks Lyrics

All these thoughts in my head, I can't stop em

I been running from my problems, maybe I'm the problem

Thought that I would lose them, somehow stop them

Still they follow

And I keep running from my problems, my problems

My mind is a dark place, more hate from a friendly face

My chick got expensive taste, we pitch in this pennant race

Spinning around second base, and never forget your faith

Just chip in for heaven sakes, and hit that collection plate

I drink and don't get in shape, just hit she already late

Them different dilemmas make it like Christmas with Chevy chase

I live in this mental state like a prisoner, metal gates and I'm tripping

I'm never escaping leather face

Ya'll don't respect the dead, graves you desecrate

With Biggie's death even that city west sang every step I take

More than a couple of tears but not my wedding cake

Get into your head like like we rented space, hope this resonates

Don't talk to me about no politics

I don't get in bed with feds or two headed snakes or the head of states

You see me less, I'm the VVS that the pressure makes

But what percentage of these checks does the depression take? Problems

All these thoughts in my head, I can't stop em

I been running from my problems, maybe I'm the problem

Thought that I would lose them, somehow stop them

Still they follow

And I keep running from my problems, my problems

We live in a sad state, we witnessing last days

Clown shit everywhere, this is the bad place

You give till your back breaks in this rat race

Funny while we beefing our existence is at stake

You turn the news on and there's a new war

We prepare the troops and funerals to wear a suit for

And at the church service sermon all the prayers are ignored

But can you find the tiny time to just spare for the lord

Clearly we're poor, paying rent we could barely afford

But don't dare resort to destroy the boards chairman's new porsche

It's all rigged system, made for big business

And fixing it with the same mind that created it is fictitious

So while the rich make the climate change in their private planes

The rest of us should combine the strength to find a way

The system's sick it's time we find it a cure

Or it will be a problem when we can't run from our problems no more

All these thoughts in my head, I can't stop em

I been running from my problems, maybe I'm the problem

Thought that I would lose them, somehow stop them

Still they follow

And I keep running from my problems, my problems

Which one is made of gold, how many are gold plated?

You know how the saying goes, best friends are low maintenance

Living this game of thrones, the message need no ravens

Think they the greatest, no, the "best" is in quotations

Bringing these ladies home, turn on they location

Just when they chain is froze, that turn into cold cases

Guess I'll just pay toll, our soul is a donation

No church I don't play with colts, I called it like Joe Namath

Twisted like a Van Gogh painting

And No shame until I'm canceled like I had low ratings

I'm so faded, Nick Saban with the wins

Rich James when I kick up dust

Fixation with a chick I could trust

We switch places I'll be giving a fuck

Coroner fix faces then they pick out your tux

Knock at the door, false alarm, dumped it without a flush

Thank god the maid was just here, we had to fish out the stuff

All these thoughts in my head, I can't stop em

I been running from my problems, maybe I'm the problem

Thought that I would lose them, somehow stop them

Still they follow

And I keep running from my problems, my problems

All these thoughts in my head, I can't stop em

I been running from my problems, maybe I'm the problem

Thought that I would lose them, somehow stop them

Still they follow

And I keep running from my problems, my problems