[Chorus]
We don`t mean to be a problem
But every time we start talkin`
Somebody else got a problem
But we ain`t really bothered, we say mother fuck `em
We don`t mean to be a problem
But every time we start talkin`
Somebody else got a problem
But we say fuck `em
[Classified]
I mix this like black magic
I got problems and bad habits
I`m always talkin` to myself now like Fred Savage
I ain`t the best, but I know I`m above average
Lookin` for my next meal but stuck out in left field; [and]
Smoke too much, I won`t grow up
And we dope as fuck but no one`s as broke as us
To make it in this game is a million to one
Unless you suck dick literally like William Hung; [oh]
Man, I got a problem hatin` on shitty rappers
I guess that`s just me, I got a hate for shitty rappers
I know what I`m talkin` about
I`m like George Strombolopolous every time I open my mouth
That`s the truth
[J Bizzy]
Excuse me, I`m tryin` to earn a mere buck or two
J Bizzy react like, Who the fuck are you?
Calm down, bomb towns like graph artists
Attack arists we lack hardest not in whack hardest
Eww, now that`s pimpin`
So immature, I`ll never grow up like Maggie Simpson
Don`t wanna find a real job to make a livin`
I got problems, like when my weed baggy`s missin`
I got berzerk, act like I can`t work or function
Flippin` over all my furniture, rummagin`
For marijuana crums again
Cursin` and mumblin`, my stomach stay rumblin`
I`m hungry as fuck
[Chorus]
[J-Bru]
Yo, I`m havin` problems; I suffer from manic depression
But I don`t see a shrink and never take my prescription
My girl`s wonderin` why my mind races
My have black, half white, Why I`m so racist
Nobody`s perfect; And Women, love to date `em
But can`t keep `em for too long cause I start to hate `em
Try not to get too drunk
Cause one time my girl talked shit and I smacked her up
Oh fuck; My biggest problem gotta be
Watchin` Videos of MC`s that`s not as hot as me
This independent shit is kinda shady
Industry rule number four-thousand and eighty
[Spesh K]
Now a day, I put the pro in the problem
Cause I plan to get paid off of tellin` the causes
Raw is the reason I sleep in on Tuesday
Greed would explain why there`s weed in my suitcase
Confuse my notes whole with a rail road
Confront the po-po, now I gotta get bailed out
Burnin` smokes across from the Nova Scotia hospital
Where the crazy folks all talk to ya
Be a carpenter like Jesus was
Cause they want you to do whatever Jesus does
Walkin` bare-foot on broken seacrum jugs
Young alcoholics like I need that buzz
[Chorus]
[Mic B]
I ain`t tryin` to say that I`m a crack addict
But I got some bad habits like blazin` up in my dad`s attic
My dad`s had it, he wants me out of his house
Cause I ain`t bringin` no bread and I`m eatin` all of his toast
I`m sorry father that I didn`t get it together
I swear I`ll hit you back once I`m gettin` some chedder
Mom`s sittin` in the corner knittin` a sweater
Cause she knows soon that I`m gonna have to deal with the weather
I really just wanna be left alone
Sometimes I sit at home and I disconnect my phone; ya see
Since I`m sperm, seaman squerm
And certain people can`t believe that I`m a decent person
Said, once I hit my pre-teens that means it curtains
Ya need to clean ya act up; this is the cleanest version
It`s not like this demons workin` inside of me
I just want some privacy cause I`m a shy and I`m as high as can be
