Songtexte Problems - Expiry Date

It's been weeks last time I was sober
Bitch, I wake up, get up, and I gotta smoke one
Tired of this world, bitch I don't trust no one
Tired of this world, bitch I don't trust no one

Baby need more problems, let em' in
Never thought you'd be so far from me
Smoke so much I disappear
Every morning I wake up and make my bed
In my head, (I got) lots of problems

And my bitch she wanna dance
She wanna dance like Michael Jackson
But I can't dance like Michael Jackson
Bitch I'm white