My Problems

Superwave

Oh

See, my problem is my heart, I get my heart

My problem is I love, but I can't buy flaws

Tryna have a shit out with my pussy and ass in the phone

Oh, ay

I love my mama, but I swear that it's always something

Soon as I drop, they look at me like I owe them something

Soon as I sign, I drop 15 like I owe them something

Ay, you fucked around, showed your hand before I even made it

I be wrong if I tell granny how you text your baby

See, sometimes I wanna cry, but shit, that's how we made it

That was right before the time I almost had that baby

Keep it all up in my ass, she tell me what we name it

No time I'm down to jaded, no time I'm down to fame it

You blame that shit on keyboard, I can't try to solve

I was on my way to Cali, was with my dog

Tell me you let it tell, how you start losing doubt

And I can't follow about no bitch before some shit be found

My problem is I'm livid, I quit when I'm down

But I'm right back on my shit, had to figure it out

My problem is my head, you keep holding me hostage

Soon as Jay made a song, I just know we ain't dropping

I do better when I'm dropping, that's the reasonable option

Bitch telling me, "Don't stop, it's not an option"

I just drive the ice and fire, we hit you for two weeks

It's my problem, this shit we go for weeks

I can't find no option, just try to find some peace