Lyrics Problem Child - BLSM

"Just stop!
Good for you, you're figuring your shit out.
And that's great, I'm really, really happy for you.
I'm tired.
I don't want to hurt anymore, and for some reason when I'm with you,
It just,
It just hurts the both of us."

I been alone
Yeah
Baby, just pick up the phone
Yeah
I been alone
Yeah
Spark the flame, get the acetone
Yeah
You fucking up my flow
Yeah
Sticks and stones, they might break my bones
Yeah
I been alone
Yeah
Baby, just pick up the phone
Yeah
I been alone

A pound of the stick
A pound of a brick
This shit gettin heavy lil' bitch
Hand on my
Like a joystick
Hit the gang up with a Sidekick
Scared of the future, I'm scared of commit
Always running, like a scared lil' bitch
My trigger finger got a lil' itch
Cookin' up with the flick of the wrist
Never seeing what is fully in front of me
Never eating when my stomach start mumbling
Never sleeping when the mind start crumblin'
Never thinking when they always keep telling me
"Please please
Try to calm down, please go get something to drink, drink
Please please
Try to ease up
Don't freeze up
Be all good in a week, week"
Like no, no
Walk around town like my name be Mojo Jojo
All these people 'round me, going crazy loco
Play with your bitch like guitar, call me Coco
Got my angles right
Candid photo
Shoutout Soso
Your bitch leave when I leave
Shit
That's a low blow
BLSM be from outer space
And we from 2044
BLSM be from outer space
And 12am, we gonna go
All your shit be unknown
Call that shit John Doe
Eeny eeny miney moe,
Catch your hoe up by the toe

I been alone
Yeah
Baby, just pick up the phone
Yeah
I been alone
Yeah
Spark the flame, get the acetone
Yeah
You fucking up my flow
Yeah
Sticks and stones, they might break my bones
Yeah
I been alone
Yeah
Baby, just pick up the phone
Yeah
I been alone
I been alone
I been alone
I been alone
I been alone