I don't know if I can get out of bed.
My mama said that there's nothing wrong.
My eyes are fried up, having taken a hit.
Woo-hoo, it's all bad again.
I go out on a Friday night,
seeing double with my Ray-Bans on.
My eyes are blacked out on the weary 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 at the 405. Woo-hoo,
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.
Woo-hoo,
it's bad, I'm upset.
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.
Baby, I got problems.
I got problems.
Yeah, 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 fair
I got problems,
yeah I got problems I got, I got problems