Problems

So confusing so confusing

You know sometimes, sometimes I wonder
If God is a woman, a caring woman just like my Moms
And if she was what be so bad about it
What's be so bad about it I know one thing for sure
The devil she dances in a bright red dress with no panties on
Hey yo let's talk about it
Hey yo Let's talk about it

I'm feeling like a clown again
And not up in no good way
I'm making all these dumb mistakes see Life ain't all it should be
Admit da shit, don't try to flip
The script aint all it could be
It's evident, dead presidents, consumed us poor so poorly
I can feel it way down in the pit of my stomach
I hope that I can stomach half the bullshit coming from it
I can feel it in my legs
I can feel it in my head
Walk with it like every breath walk with it like every step.

More problems than fingers and toes
Why you acting brand new the shit is getting old
I think it's time we grow up and maybe start to grow
I think is time we grow up
And learn to let it go

Your routes been redirected, the hustle not respected
The child was some other dudes as kids we've Been neglected
Everything is everything there's nothing in between
Most a people sold they sold they soul and made off with they dreams
Extensity of everything was all but way too much
Our memories fade like ever-clear Somebody spiked my punch
I Never took like no advice
The money must of took me
Slanging Dope, I'm doing dope these pills make things confusing

More problems than fingers and toes
Why we keep actin brand new it's all just getting old
I think it's time we grow up and learn to let it go
And learn to let it go
I need to let that go

You know sometimes
Sometimes I wonder if God is a woman
A caring Woman just like my Moms and if she was
What be so bad about it
You know one thing for sure, one thing for sure The devil
She dances in a bright red dress, with no panties on
Hey yo let's talk about it
Can we just talk about it



Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Abu Ain
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