paroles de chanson POS (Problems on Sight) - Paque

I got problems, I got problems on sight
I got problems, I got problems on sight
Make a left, nah, nah, make a right
Make a left, nah, nah, make a right
I got problems, I got problems on sight
I got problems, I got problems on sight
Make a left, nah, nah, make a right
Make a left, nah, nah, make a right

I got problems, I got problems on sight
They just wanna fight, I'm just try'na make it right
At my peak all you niggas take a hike
You can't handle all these bars like you falling off a bike
If God made me, and God made these trees
Then is it really sin if I'm bunning on a seed
No blasphemy, so don't blast for me
He's got my back, like my 3rd eye that see's
Wash me of jealousy, envy and greed
Dropped out of college, I got no degrees
Wrap 'round my Rizla and unlock my Chi
Ain't going hell, that's just not in my steez
Six hundred, sixty-six million degrees
That's no place for me, I'm cool as can be
I roll up my weed then I light it and dip
Lord forgive us for our sins but they keep talking
But it's all good, It's okay
Tell them they can miss me with the bull, Olé
It's all good, It's okay
Tell them they can miss me with the bull, Olé
I say, it's all good, It's okay
Tell them they can miss me with the bull, Olé
It's all good, It's okay
Tell them they can miss me with the bull, Olé

I got problems, I got problems on sight
I got problems, I got problems on sight
Make a left, nah, nah, make a right
Make a left, nah, nah, make a right
I got problems, I got problems on sight
I got problems, I got problems on sight
Make a left, nah, nah, make a right
Make a left, nah, nah, make a right