Issues
Yeah, I got issues
Not the type you can wipe off with the tissues
But before you speak better walk in my damn shoes
Pretty sure the pair would fit you too
I spend Monday to Friday hustling and grinding
Friday to Sunday letting pressure out and
Every damn day wondering how I can better myself, myself
Maybe it's just jealousy
Or maybe it's in your nature
Focus is not a felony
So how come you are judging me
You can always come for me but
Baby what you'll never see is
Blood, sweat, tears I'm putting in
To turn my life into magic
Maybe you should do the same
And focus on your derriere so
Mêle-toi de ton putain d'cul
Get over yourself, hey hey
No, I'm not perfect
I got flaws you can't wipe off with detergent
But before you speak better walk in my damn shoes
Pretty sure the pair would fit you too
I spend Monday to Friday hustling and grinding
Friday to Sunday letting pressure out and
Every damn day wondering how I can better myself, myself
You can always come for me but
Baby what you'll never see is
Blood, sweat, tears I'm putting in
To turn my life into magic
Maybe you should do the same
And focus on your derriere so
Mêle-toi de ton putain d'cul
Get over yourself, hey hey
Not the type you can wipe off with the tissues
But before you speak better walk in my damn shoes
Pretty sure the pair would fit you too
I spend Monday to Friday hustling and grinding
Friday to Sunday letting pressure out and
Every damn day wondering how I can better myself, myself
Maybe it's just jealousy
Or maybe it's in your nature
Focus is not a felony
So how come you are judging me
You can always come for me but
Baby what you'll never see is
Blood, sweat, tears I'm putting in
To turn my life into magic
Maybe you should do the same
And focus on your derriere so
Mêle-toi de ton putain d'cul
Get over yourself, hey hey
No, I'm not perfect
I got flaws you can't wipe off with detergent
But before you speak better walk in my damn shoes
Pretty sure the pair would fit you too
I spend Monday to Friday hustling and grinding
Friday to Sunday letting pressure out and
Every damn day wondering how I can better myself, myself
You can always come for me but
Baby what you'll never see is
Blood, sweat, tears I'm putting in
To turn my life into magic
Maybe you should do the same
And focus on your derriere so
Mêle-toi de ton putain d'cul
Get over yourself, hey hey
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Writer(s): Aleks Rey
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