Текст песни Problems - IamAidenCarter

I've made a few problems
I don't even know how to solve em
Twenty twenty-two, it was me and you
Now they say I'm a problem yeah

I've got a group never call em
Pray to my God but I'm fallen down
Don't spread the word around
Clean up the body and burn it down

I can take care of myself
Putting my shit on the shelf
Say I'm ok but its hell
Other than God I got no-one to tell

Why me, why me Lord
Tell me do you like me, like me Lord

Yeah I gotta clean up my act
Feel like I've got to attack
All of them holding me back
Don't even tell me relax, yeah, yeah

My brother's on bail that's wack
Yeah, and a brother's gotta keep him on track
Yeah, out in BC could've moved back
Yeah, but he went and bought a gun that's wack
Yeah, I'm tryna bring that boy back
To the farm, outta harm's way
What do you say
Outta time on the vaycay
So we gon' do it my way

My way, highway number one
We gonna ride like a motherfuckers up to sum
We gonna hit that gas like we on the run
We gonna get you help when the morning comes

And then the mourning comes and we all upset
And we gonna have to go and take another breath
Cuz the homie done washed up, lifeless, dead
It's the kind of sight that make you wanna go instead yeah

When the mourning comes and we all upset
And we gonna have to go and take another breath
Cuz the homie done washed up, lifeless, dead

I've made a few problems
I don't even know how to solve em
Twenty twenty-two, it was me and you
Now they say I'm a problem yeah

I've got a group never call em
Pray to my God but I'm fallen down
Don't spread the word around
Clean up the body and burn it down

I can take care of myself
Putting my shit on the shelf
Say I'm ok but its hell
Other than God I got no-one to tell

Why me, why me Lord
Tell me do you like me, like me Lord