Текст песни Problems - Lil wintr

Got it on my own with no handouts
Getting up too fast, I might blackout
Talk down on my name, lil' bitch, I'm not average, still not average
Pull up in the Benz, got the lights out
I don't check no texts, bitch I have doubts
You not showing up, no stress bitch you average, bitch you average

Take another hit of the bad shit
One more wood I can stand it
They don't show me love, that's okay, bitch I rack it, bitch I rack it
Maybe money can't fix my problems
Grams up in the wood feels like I solved them
All I want, yeah, all I want
Fuck these problems I can't solve it

Lil' bitch I stack it
Money showing up, the bank, they ain't having it
Sometimes I feel like I ain't even close to doing shit
Rather get the bread, I can't stop making it
Slept on, how long will I be falling
I'd rather get no love cause' y'all be faking
I don't check my phone unless the bands they callin'
Bitch I blacked out, I can't even stand yeah

Ten toes down, but nothing looking up
Really thought I wasn't shit but now you sucking up
Shit is not what you thinking, everything a dub
Wrap it up, counting blues, yeah they give me cuts

Take another hit of the bad shit
One more wood I can stand it
They don't show me love, that's okay, bitch I rack it, bitch I rack it
Maybe money can't fix my problems
Grams up in the wood feels like I solved them
All I want, yeah, all I want
Fuck these problems I can't solve it

Fuck these problems I can't solve it
Slipping up but I'm still geekin' on my boss shit
When they say my name they wonder how I'm doing it
I'm okay, if you talking, it's publicity
Too much hate on my name, you got it fucked up
When I'm down, I'm still looking at you from above
Too, much, yeah, enough
You got no, effect, yeah just pack it up

Got it on my own with no handouts
Getting up too fast, I might blackout
Talk down on my name, lil' bitch, I'm not average, still not average
Pull up in the Benz, got the lights out
I don't check no texts, bitch I have doubts
You not showing up, no stress bitch you average, bitch you average

Take another hit of the bad shit
One more wood I can stand it
They don't show me love, that's okay, bitch I rack it, bitch I rack it
Maybe money can't fix my problems
Grams up in the wood feels like I solved them
All I want, yeah, all I want,
Fuck these problems I can't solve it