PRBLMS Lyrics

BeatzM killed the beat

Yeah, yeah

And she said

You a goddamn lie

I ain't mean to say that shit girl I was goddamn high

So we left the crib now we in the goddamn ride

She lookin' goddamn fine

I wanted a bitch who was down to Earth

But she want the goddamn sky, uh

List of my problems

Got this one on my line they won't stop fucking callin'

It's crazy I made her that way

Every time I see her out, I see the hate in her face

Like why you do that?

Tell her you love her when next week you just want your space

Why you do, why you do that?

Tell her you want her but next week you do your own thing

Why you do, why you do that

I can't explain it but just know it working for me

She text me I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you

But how the fuck can you hate me?

When I ain't did shit, but be the real thing

She know I'm the real, that'll never change

I never been the one, to try to explain

While you catch them feels I'm a sip on this drank

It's easing my brain

I got real shit to stress about, girl, I ain't worried about shit

Remember that I tried to build ya, now I ain't worried about shit

I got real shit to stress about, girl, I ain't worried about shit

Remember that I tried to build ya, now I ain't worried about shit

So I found me a new thing I'm not as lost as you you think

Got plenty queens in my hometown all they need is drank and that dank

So I found me a new thing I'm not as lost as you you think

Got plenty queens in my hometown all they need is drank and that dank

Now I'm like

It's a goddamn shame

We done crashed we done burned

But baby you the goddamn blame

See I wanted love but you wanted goddamn fame

Every goddamn thing

I wanted a bitch who was on the move

But you want to goddamn lay, uh

List of my problems

Got this one in my bed and she just want to sleep

Fucking up all of the sheets

She only wake up to eat

Do this shit every week

Like why you do that?

Crying you want to be great, but sleepin' until the next day

Why you do that?

Don't got that much in the bank, we go out she order the steak

Why you do why you do that?

She can't explain it but just know it working for us

She claiming she down on her luck

But really she don't give a fuck

And I cannot make this shit up

And I ain't did shit, but be the real thing

She know I'm the real, that'll never change

I won't be the one, to try to explain

While you catch them feels I'm a sip on this drank

It's easing the pain

I got real shit to stress about, girl, I ain't worried about shit

Remember that I tried to build ya, now I ain't worried about shit

I got real shit to stress about, girl, I ain't worried about shit

Remember that I tried to build ya, now I ain't worried about shit