Problems
I remember in a better time
We were a better race
Warmer days sun shining
Always wandering through the back streets
Walking bare feet
On the concrete
Playing games in the back woods
Smoking weed in the top trees kissing in the tree house
Rotten apples in the courtyard
Who'd have thought that
We would never find a brighter day
We left our troubles behind
We didn't need to get the job done
We lived in easier times
Now all we got is problems
All we got is problems
All we got is problems
All we got is problems
All we got is problems
All we got is problems
Now I remember growing up some
Go get a job son
Stacking shelves or waiting tables in the hot sun
And if you got some
I could use a little help with my last one
Signing on down at Clay street
It was a way to beat
All the monkeys that were climbing up the best trees
Now I'm on less fees
Working harder than my mate who's selling fat trees
Now I can't help but feel
There's got to be a brighter day
We left our troubles behind
We didn't need to get the job done
We lived in easier times
Now all we got is problems
All we got is problems
All we got is problems
All we got is problems
All we got is problems
All we got is problems
Now the days they fly
Years go passing
And I need to feel
So high
We were a better race
Warmer days sun shining
Always wandering through the back streets
Walking bare feet
On the concrete
Playing games in the back woods
Smoking weed in the top trees kissing in the tree house
Rotten apples in the courtyard
Who'd have thought that
We would never find a brighter day
We left our troubles behind
We didn't need to get the job done
We lived in easier times
Now all we got is problems
All we got is problems
All we got is problems
All we got is problems
All we got is problems
All we got is problems
Now I remember growing up some
Go get a job son
Stacking shelves or waiting tables in the hot sun
And if you got some
I could use a little help with my last one
Signing on down at Clay street
It was a way to beat
All the monkeys that were climbing up the best trees
Now I'm on less fees
Working harder than my mate who's selling fat trees
Now I can't help but feel
There's got to be a brighter day
We left our troubles behind
We didn't need to get the job done
We lived in easier times
Now all we got is problems
All we got is problems
All we got is problems
All we got is problems
All we got is problems
All we got is problems
Now the days they fly
Years go passing
And I need to feel
So high
Credits
Writer(s): Gary Nock, Luca Pachetti
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