I don't know if I can get out of bed.
My mama said that there's nothing wrong.
My eyes are * up, I've been shaking again.
Woo-hoo, it's all better again.
I go out on a Friday night,
seeing double with my red bands on.
My eyes are blacked out on the radio hard.
Woo-hoo, 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.
And I got, I got problems.
I got, I got problems.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got problems.
Dance party at the DMV. Red lights on me.
We stop.
I catch my Uber ride up the 405.
Woo-hoo,
I'm on a merry-go-round.
A head rush and a couple of butts.
My body needs company.
I wanna scream,
scream out of the top of my lungs.
Woo-hoo,
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.
And I got, I got problems.
I got, I got problems.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got problems.
I don't care about your hair.
Problems.
I don't care about your diet.
Problems.
I don't care about your kicks.
Problems.
Yeah,
I'm kicking it cause some things cannot be fixed.
Okay?