Problems
I've been tryin get away from all my fucking problems
And I can't let another man help me solve em
You showed me you was soft as fuck, thought you was solid
I can't believe I caught you plotting on my pockets
But I guess that's my fault
I'm looking back I'm thinking back like damn that's my fault
I can't believe I got that close nigga that's my fault
That mean the whole time we were praying you were praying on my downfall
I've been tryin get away from all my fucking problems
And I can't let another man help me solve em
You showed me you was soft as fuck, thought you was solid
I can't believe I caught you plotting on my pockets
You still a fuck nigga
Don't give a fuck nigga
You turned your back on me dawg how could I fuck with ya
I even saw you with the opps nigga what's up with ya
But now you dead to me used to ride the bus with ya
I been ballin every season
Tryna find a reason
Fuckin on this thot and that lil bitch coincided (Yea)
I can't put no seed in
And she keep blowing up my phone keep on asking why I'm leaving
I've been tryin get away from all my fucking problems
And I can't let another man help me solve em
You showed me you was soft as fuck, thought you was solid
I can't believe I caught you plotting on my pockets
But I guess that's my fault
I'm looking back I'm thinking back like damn that's my fault
I can't believe I got that close nigga that's my fault
That mean the whole time we were praying you were praying on my downfall
And I can't let another man help me solve em
You showed me you was soft as fuck, thought you was solid
I can't believe I caught you plotting on my pockets
But I guess that's my fault
I'm looking back I'm thinking back like damn that's my fault
I can't believe I got that close nigga that's my fault
That mean the whole time we were praying you were praying on my downfall
I've been tryin get away from all my fucking problems
And I can't let another man help me solve em
You showed me you was soft as fuck, thought you was solid
I can't believe I caught you plotting on my pockets
You still a fuck nigga
Don't give a fuck nigga
You turned your back on me dawg how could I fuck with ya
I even saw you with the opps nigga what's up with ya
But now you dead to me used to ride the bus with ya
I been ballin every season
Tryna find a reason
Fuckin on this thot and that lil bitch coincided (Yea)
I can't put no seed in
And she keep blowing up my phone keep on asking why I'm leaving
I've been tryin get away from all my fucking problems
And I can't let another man help me solve em
You showed me you was soft as fuck, thought you was solid
I can't believe I caught you plotting on my pockets
But I guess that's my fault
I'm looking back I'm thinking back like damn that's my fault
I can't believe I got that close nigga that's my fault
That mean the whole time we were praying you were praying on my downfall
Credits
Writer(s): Jonthan Mehana
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