Problems

How many more moons til I'm out of luck
And those four leaf clovers in the grass don't amount to much
The day I'm not protected by the 7 tatted on my arm
(Tatted on my arm, tatted on my arm)
That is when I'll know for certain that my time is up
Days are always numbered when you're on the run

Check, what
Pass me the keys to that droptop
Zeros in my balance I ain't got much
Usually I manage on some pot luck
Life can be a beach when your funds up
Relations with myself call it tough love
That shit been up and down like she took lead
Figured that getting out of town coulda stopped some
Desires for some riches tryna catch me out
The seduction of a bankroll
One of many things that I ran from
Long term can't say I planned for
Wrong turn led down the road
Where I spent all my money saved nada and I gambled
In all honesty I could do with ample
P's in my pocket
Please understand the mantra, yeah
I wish I didn't wish that I had some

I know I said I didn't need it
(Need it, need it, need it)
But look at where the hell im at now
(Stranded, hands up, broke down)
Maybe I didn't want the trouble
(Trouble, trouble, trouble)
Of more money more problems
(The fake shit, the snake hiss on my conscience)

I don't know where I'm going
Why you following me?
Think I lost myself a little more than what it may seem
Really if I'm being honest the boys just down on his luck
It's not like he ain't ever been here before

It's been a minute I've been looking for a soft spot
Stuck between a boulder and a hard place
Take me back to chilling playing hopscotch
Or teen days dodging bacon like I'm plant based, yeah
Face of the earth seems I dropped off
Since it's been all hands on deck like a card game
At least Ive broken the habit wanting to smoke up, yeah
So you'll just have to tell me how the grass tastes
Nobody's ever good as gold
I'd be the first one to admit it
So I've been looking for that silver lining in my spirit
Understanding where I'm coming from it could take you a minute
If you couldn't really see Xin was Nix in mirror image
Look I've been running a marathon it wouldn't hurt to finish
Clocking the fear I couldn't crush it up and bill it
The curse of being tainted by a super stack of lizzes
It ain't easy not to stray when you're surrounded by the wicked

I know I said I didn't need it
(Need it, need it, need it)
But look at where the hell im at now
(Stranded, hands up, broke down)
Maybe I didn't want the trouble
(Trouble, trouble, trouble)
Of more money more problems
(The fake shit, the snake hiss on my conscience)