paroles de chanson Problems - Dust Raps the Blues

You aren't contemporary you're just temporary
Me they will still play this once I'm dead and buried
Because I'm permanent like this buzz I'm on now
Flying through my city I am not ever going to calm down
Windbreaker on but I am not wearing jackets
If you know you know throw a after milk is rapping
Never cared if I'm the best at this rap shit
Drop a tape if the homies like it that's a fucking classic
I'm in the with the top off
All the records that I sold wouldn't get the gas tank topped off
But I'm getting topped off with her shotgun with her top off
Holding shotguns with the top off
Drop her off at her mom's bumping pop rock
Raps bubble in my mouth like soda and pop rocks
My team starters and everybody was a walk on
Loop a blue note for something to talk on
I'm ugly designer jeans muscle tee
Fuck with me but got it on me if you want to fuck with me
Shot out to the grave I'm about to lay you in
How you rap so many bars but you aren't saying shit
Making money I don't ever make amends
Probably getting faded while you playing this
I'm too caught up in her body parts
We fell in love and slow danced to car alarms
I wear a crown of flowers stolen from a funeral
I know I look tragic but I feel so beautiful
And my problems multiply like
Beer cans in the trash that I never take out
I'm pretty sure there isn't a cure for this
At the party sipping bottles is my nervous tick
I'm pretty sure there isn't a cure for this
At the party sipping bottles is my nervous tick
Nervous system spit something for the big sums
See if I can fit all my regrets between the kick drums
We all know the killers no one knows the victims
That's why I like gangster movies with big guns
And mix up jealousy when I get love
Ghosts on my girl's lips every time I kiss them
Still know it doesn't mean shit to get my dick sucked
Doubled standards that I mix up
When I was young I used to mix drugs shrooms and big blunts thizz bumps
Wonder if that's why I'm so mixed up
Throw a six up every time the Devil near me
I'm underground just so God never hears me
I'm underground just so God never hears me
Or to keep the Devil near me thinking
Nate spent his twenties in a box
I spent my twenties lost not grateful for anything I got
I spent my thirties getting money
Trying to forgive myself for relationships I modeled off my mom
Probably spend my forties writing bars
Hope I get married and accept that love is hard
Hope I spend my fifties in the yard playing catch with my daughter and the dog
Hope my sixties really aren't too hard
By seventy I'll probably wonder where the time has gone
Write a book how life is too short to be so long
At eighty they're going to turn the ventilator off
And I'm going to spend my last breath trying to get right with God
I'll have to rhyme it all at the pearly gates
On how I knew my right from wrong but chose the wrong anyways
I hope they listen to these
How I did so much wrong but know I'm still a good person
It's confusing I don't expect angels to excuse it
I guess you just got to know what it's like being human
I got some heart breaks I got some friends to call
I got some overdoes and I plan to sell them all
Because all our problems multiply while we hide our flaws
I got infinite forgiveness for the ways you did me wrong
Because everybody is just trying to be happy
Protect your heart but then it atrophies
Still the safest place alone that's why I pace at home
Go go out on a date and wish I would have stayed at home
Remember when we ate a zone on California campus in the black woods
And I almost smoked a whole clove cigarette backwards
Back words I never take my words back
One day everything in life is going to turn black
We disappear because we don't want to let them down
Then get let down when they disappear
That's why my heart don't beat and my nerves are shot
Memories too loud I can't turn them off
I can't sleep any time I hear a turning clock
Because I know it's a countdown until they turn me off
So I lay in bed dreaming I'm awake or thinking I'm asleep
Still wondering if I'm really anything
Or just some thoughts without a body
Got dark and the world told me it was feeling sorry

I wake up from a dream I was fighting with my mother
Feeling kind of guilty because I rarely ever call her
Roll out of bed and grab my phone to call her number
That's when I remember that she died last summer