grown folk problems

Blacked out, car keys
If you got money don't call me
My crew, hungry
And they all savage like zombies

The hooligans come out after dark (yeah)
We all buzzin when we hit the spot (yeah)
We just young dumb kids (yeah)
But we got grown folk problems

Goblin, sharp teeth
If you not fat don't at me
Misfits freak in the backseat
Picket fence on fleek if you ask me
Only post feet on my finsta
Sugar daddy got shook when he saw me
Big mad, mathlete
Tryna get green like gumby

Don't play with Zeus
You'll get shot down quicker
We keep it loose
Hope our pockets get thicker
They do what they do
Feeding off the bad news
Who's gonna have your back
When the pop stars come for you

The hooligans come out after dark (yeah)
We all buzzin when we hit the spot (yeah)
We just young dumb kids (yeah)
But we got grown folk problems

Thought I'd be rich by now
Problems in a ditch by now
30 under 30 with a fast car
Whiplash when I pass (ah)
Stress gone in a flash (ah)
Something sweet in my glass
I thought struggle would stay in the past
But it keep coming back
I'm hopelessly haunted, my vices come calling
Tossed in the deep mental pressures I'm lost in
Mood like my flask it's way down to the bottom
Can't deal with all these grown folk problems

Don't play with Zeus
You'll get shot down quicker
We keep it loose
Hope our pockets get thicker
They don't what they do
Feeding off the bad news
Who's gonna have your back
When the pop stars come for you

The hooligans come out after dark (after dark)
We all buzzin when we hit the spot (hit the spot)
We just young dumb kids (dumb kids)
But we got grown folk problems
Grown folk problems
Grown folk problems
Grown folk problems
Grown folk



Credits
Writer(s): Benji Spoliansky, Branson Hoog, Jeremy Marmor, Tj Wessel
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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