PROBLEM CHILD ft. Bead Lyrics

Bright lights shimmering, chandelier glimmering Christ at the Last Supper waiting for that

Protein to stop sizzling The finest of crystal glass is ringing ring

I'm coming to collect life's sting, pain Heart ignored, fiends make a forest, they're

All barred Back sore, but I'm feeling glorious in the

Dark The Bradshaw is in this, I'm a track star

COG, the new black star Got too many tools to drive in a small car

In a small car, in a small car Driving laws of causality but we stay striving

Remember there's only two things that never lie

Eyes in numbers, strong ties in lumber I'd be a lot angrier if I didn't have these

Shoulders Mike prepared me for when it gets colder

And colder Sometimes it takes just a light breeze to

Push that boulder Four keys, none of which belong to me

I guess it's a mystery, little piggy like Sherlock Holmes sniffing around me

All the counts made with your friend's name like come on bro

Tell me you ain't a ho, I walk through you with Feng Shui just going with the flow

Five toes, no miscount, I'm striking a pose in Kung Fu movie mode

Trudging through mud, sludge, dunes, and snow

Smoking tires through the spotlight Running rampant, free the mind

Problem child, yeah I'm getting high I'm taking back what the devil stole from

Me Some priest touched children with still

Gladly take my money, smash into the wall that you put up

Like a crash test dummy, better put your guard up

Next time we meet again, sonny boy, this time we ain't playing funny games

You're going in for the kill Next time they catch you smiling is on a shirt

Stay alert, the rest of my haters can rest six feet deep in the dirt

Hop in the Audi, pull right out, hit the skirt Shielded by tectonic plates, sonic boom

Waves cut through the speakers, you can buy your life again

But oblivion's a dollar's less cheaper I got my angels protecting me cheated

My way through Death, fuck the grim reaper, if my responses

Seem outta character Don't you worry, I'll stand my ground

For whatever it takes, how much can your soul weigh

Imma obtain, something greater Walking out in public like an al qaeda member

Stepping through a minefield when I pull a couple tricks like I'm David Copperfield

Yeah, they want me the way the white fly to surrender

Testing God's luck like, yeah, he's a sinner Always come prepared, yeah, I'm well-equipped

Psychedelics make my face melt They don't know what I dealt with

Stressful times have anger built up Boy, I suffer a lot more than you think

Got a lot of trouble with my damn self To the point I almost been expelled twice

That's why I gotta strive for what's right That's why the pen game gotta be precise

Wasn't fate, man, I chose this life We wasn't supposed to make it past

25 jokes on you, motherfucker, yeah, we still hustlin

Shot back from the moon, haven't fumbled, yeah, still the same man, yeah

Haven't re-stuffled shit, no competition if I see them strugglin