Problems (feat. Slim Hardaway)

I'm just tryna chill, I don't wanna deal
I just wanna relax
She naggin' at me still, saying how she feel
Damn, she in her bag
Eddie's kickin' in, I ain't listenin
And I can't feel my face
My response tardy, they late. I'm just tryna watch the game
I wanna see the Steelers play, but you all in my face
Why your mood won't change? Change the color on your mood ring
Must've got that I'm single, girl, you can leave my place
Bitch, you can leave my place

Talkin' too much, it's killin' my motion
Pop me an Eddie and I get the floating
Girl, you talkin' too much, I'm losin' my focus
So I pop me an Eddie and I get the floating
Yeah, I'm floating
I got 92 problems, but a bitch ain't one
I said a bitch ain't one
I got 92 problems, but a bitch ain't one
Nah, a bitch ain't one

Listen
On the clock till eight
Roll it up round six, but you on your shit
I'm just like"okay"
Spark up mid,(And another thing, nigga)
How you always got somethin' to say?
Just be mad that I'm not really speakin' knowin' that I've been in meetings all day
Okay
I tell her don't kill my (vibe)
I'm off this pack I'm way too (high)

Might tell your ass get off my line, especially round nine
I'm bout to watch the Carolina game
I need some time. don't care that you tryna slide
Won't see if you hit my line, really I'm fried
I'ma fall asleep on 2K
I know you don't love me, you fishin' it's catch a release, baby
Pack and potion only, I can't fuck with the skis, baby
You bein' ludicrous, can't disturb my peace, baby
(Sho' can't
Be like"move, bitch")

I got 88 problems, but a bitch ain't one
Yeah, ayy
I got 88 problems but a bitch ain't one

I need you to chill up, baby, I need you to hear me out
I done had a long ass day, and the last thing I need is your mouth
I mean, unless you wann use it for somethin' else
We can talk later, baby girl, that's a fact
But you get no convo when you actin' like a brat
Cuz, why you got your nose turned up?
Why the volume on your voice turned up?
(And see this what I bbe talkin' about)hold up
Girl, I thought you left, what's up?
You blowin' my high, you killin' my vibe, I don't really care what's on your mind right now
Come another time when you lookin' fine and you really want me to just pipe you down

Cuz you talkin' too much, it's killin' my motion
Pop me an Eddie and I get the floating
Girl, you talkin' too much, I'm losin' my focus
So I pop me an Eddie and I get the floating
I'm floating

(Word to bro, tho)

I got 92 problems, but a bitch ain't one

I got 92 problems, gettin' rich ain't one