Problems – Weathers

I don’t know if I can get out of bed
My mama said that there’s nothing wrong
My eyes are fogged up, haven’t taken a hit
It’s all better again

I go out on on a Friday night
Seeing double with my Ray Bands on
My eyes are blacked out, on the way to your heart
I’m just a mess again

What’s wrong with me?
Why do I always let you down?
And I’m down here crawling
Wish I could change
Blame it on my DNA
I could have a million dollars
But baby I got problems

I got problems
I got problems
I got problems
I got problems

Dance party at the DMV
Red lights don’t mean we stop
I catch my Uber ride up the 405
I’m on a merry go round

A head rush and a couple of bucks
My body needs company
I wanna scream, scream at the top of my lungs
(It’s better unsaid)

What’s wrong with me?
Why do I always let you down?
And I’m down here crawling
Wish I could change
Blame it on my DNA
I could have a million dollars
But baby I got problems

I got problems
I got problems
I got problems
I got problems

I don’t care about your hair
I don’t care about your diet
I don’t care about your kicks
Yeah I’m kicking it ’cause some things cannot be fixed

I got problems
I got problems
I got problems
I got problems

(I got) I got problems
I got problems
(I got) I got problems
Yeah I got problems