Problems
I don't know if I can get out of bed
My mama said that there's nothing wrong
My eyes are fogged up, haven't taken a hit
Woo-hoo, it's all better again
I go out on a Friday night
Seeing double with my Ray Bans on
My eyes are blacked out, on the way to your heart
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 (crawling)
Wish I could change
Blame it on my DNA
I could have a million dollars
But baby, I got problems
I got, I got problems
Yeah, I got, I got problems
I got, I got problems
I got problems
Dance party at the DMV
Red lights don't mean 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 bucks
My body needs company
I wanna scream, scream at 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, I got problems
Yeah, I got, I got problems
I got, I got problems
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
I got, I got problems
Yeah, I got, I got problems
I got, I got problems
I got problems
(I got) I got problems
Yeah, I got problems
(I got) I got problems
Yeah, yeah I got problems
My mama said that there's nothing wrong
My eyes are fogged up, haven't taken a hit
Woo-hoo, it's all better again
I go out on a Friday night
Seeing double with my Ray Bans on
My eyes are blacked out, on the way to your heart
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 (crawling)
Wish I could change
Blame it on my DNA
I could have a million dollars
But baby, I got problems
I got, I got problems
Yeah, I got, I got problems
I got, I got problems
I got problems
Dance party at the DMV
Red lights don't mean 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 bucks
My body needs company
I wanna scream, scream at 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, I got problems
Yeah, I got, I got problems
I got, I got problems
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
I got, I got problems
Yeah, I got, I got problems
I got, I got problems
I got problems
(I got) I got problems
Yeah, I got problems
(I got) I got problems
Yeah, yeah I got problems
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Pagnotta, Cole Carson, Cameron Boyer, Cameron Olsen, Brennen Bates
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