I'm too hot
Chase
Light me like a cigarette
And watch me burn away
I'm rivaled by a single thread
My own worst enemy
Now I'm in love with anyone
Anyone in love with me
I bite the hand that drops the bomb
Then blame it all on Joey
Smile on my face
Slithering like a snake
Yeah, Mom would always say
"You can't trust the TV"
Garbage on my plate
Spitting up all my shame
Everything is great
And then you die
My problem's everybody's problem
I think I'm the problem
I've got a problem with that
I got blue ones
Blame it all on you ones
1992 ones
I guess you give what you get
Ah, yeah
Wash it down with cinnamon
And I'll tell you what I think
Mh, I took my vitamins
But I still feel obsolete
I sh-should've been famous
About an hour or two ago
And I'll die when I get recognized
And cry a little when I don't
Smile on my face
Slithering like a snake
Yeah, Mom would always say
"You can't trust the TV"
Garbage on my plate
Spitting up all my shame
I call it how it breaks
My, oh my
Oh, my problem's everybody's problem
I think I'm the problem
I've got a problem with that
I got blue ones
Blame it all on you ones
1992 ones
I guess you give what you get
Ah, yeah
Let me sing it loud
Let me break it down
Let me build it up
Then I'll cut it out
Ah, is this getting easier
Or am I just getting older?
My eyes are just getting sleepier
I'm just getting sober
I feel a little sleazier
I do it for the culture
I'm not a cover for a creature
Baby, I'm a vulture
Problem Video (MV)
Performed By: Coin
Language: English
Length: 3:32
Written by: Chase Lawrence, Gabe Simon, Joseph Memmel, Ryan Winnen
Coin - Problem Lyrics
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English
I'm too hot
Chase
Light me like a cigarette
And watch me burn away
I'm rivaled by a single thread
My own worst enemy
Now I'm in love with anyone
Anyone in love with me
I bite the hand that drops the bomb
Then blame it all on Joey
Smile on my face
Slithering like a snake
Yeah, Mom would always say
"You can't trust the TV"
Garbage on my plate
Spitting up all my shame
Everything is great
And then you die
My problem's everybody's problem
I think I'm the problem
I've got a problem with that
I got blue ones
Blame it all on you ones
1992 ones
I guess you give what you get
Ah, yeah
Wash it down with cinnamon
And I'll tell you what I think
Mh, I took my vitamins
But I still feel obsolete
I sh-should've been famous
About an hour or two ago
And I'll die when I get recognized
And cry a little when I don't
Smile on my face
Slithering like a snake
Yeah, Mom would always say
"You can't trust the TV"
Garbage on my plate
Spitting up all my shame
I call it how it breaks
My, oh my
Oh, my problem's everybody's problem
I think I'm the problem
I've got a problem with that
I got blue ones
Blame it all on you ones
1992 ones
I guess you give what you get
Ah, yeah
Let me sing it loud
Let me break it down
Let me build it up
Then I'll cut it out
Ah, is this getting easier
Or am I just getting older?
My eyes are just getting sleepier
I'm just getting sober
I feel a little sleazier
I do it for the culture
I'm not a cover for a creature
Baby, I'm a vulture
Chase
Light me like a cigarette
And watch me burn away
I'm rivaled by a single thread
My own worst enemy
Now I'm in love with anyone
Anyone in love with me
I bite the hand that drops the bomb
Then blame it all on Joey
Smile on my face
Slithering like a snake
Yeah, Mom would always say
"You can't trust the TV"
Garbage on my plate
Spitting up all my shame
Everything is great
And then you die
My problem's everybody's problem
I think I'm the problem
I've got a problem with that
I got blue ones
Blame it all on you ones
1992 ones
I guess you give what you get
Ah, yeah
Wash it down with cinnamon
And I'll tell you what I think
Mh, I took my vitamins
But I still feel obsolete
I sh-should've been famous
About an hour or two ago
And I'll die when I get recognized
And cry a little when I don't
Smile on my face
Slithering like a snake
Yeah, Mom would always say
"You can't trust the TV"
Garbage on my plate
Spitting up all my shame
I call it how it breaks
My, oh my
Oh, my problem's everybody's problem
I think I'm the problem
I've got a problem with that
I got blue ones
Blame it all on you ones
1992 ones
I guess you give what you get
Ah, yeah
Let me sing it loud
Let me break it down
Let me build it up
Then I'll cut it out
Ah, is this getting easier
Or am I just getting older?
My eyes are just getting sleepier
I'm just getting sober
I feel a little sleazier
I do it for the culture
I'm not a cover for a creature
Baby, I'm a vulture
Writer: Chase Lawrence, Gabe Simon, Joseph Memmel, Ryan Winnen
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC