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Problems Video (MV)




Performed By: Grim
Language: English
Length: 3:51
Written by: Amer Ali




Grim - Problems Lyrics
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Hide behind exceptions
Attempt to look at it from my perspective, I'm just seven
Momma restless, I'm a f*ckin' mess and dad just left with
Nothin'
And still somehow took everything
With him
Ma still ain't forgive him
But got the heart to tell me that I should
Said I f*ckin' wouldn't even if I could
Even if he stood
Right in front of me and said he really back for good
Hardly made it out the dirt
Only 'cause of her
So I put my momma first
Don't get it twisted, I still hate you bitches
Yall are different, you the cost of livin'
Always trippin' 'bout some shit that never mattered
Give an ultimatum, then I take the latter and get called a dick
My thoughts acidic
Remember people only when the cops have killed 'em
But a modern day holocaust, forget it
Ain't gon' act like I'm above wishin' death on an individual
So you can f*ck yourself and drown in a swimmin' pool
Hold you down in there
Chuckle when I watch you tryin' to come up for air
This the pain I make you bare
For the hate that I take everywhere
I couldn't explain to yall what it's like here
I been having nightmares
Causing nights where I'm glaring at the wall
Swear to god sometimes I can even hear it talkin'
I don't need help, I need motherf*ckin' options
Now I'm getting why my last couldn't stop calling me toxic
What the f*ck would I do without all these problems
Bitch that left me with no damn pot to
Piss in, then I hit the damn bottom
They wanna poke me, already got a
Thorn in my side, smoke in my eyes
Pain in my neck from your girl layin' in bed so
What the f*ck would I do without all these motherf*ckin' problems
Bet you thought that I would f*ckin' crumble
Without you
I hate I can't forget but you will always be my number one
In the list of my regrets
Now I'm over with it
F*ck your word, it was my mistake for tryna hold you to it
Hope you know you blew it, roped me to it
Dug a grave and tried to throw me through it, now I put it all in this verse
You was talkin' to him behind my back while I was nuttin' on yours
But I f*ckin' get it, why you hate me
I feel the same b, we on the same beat
Now these f*ckin' hoes tryna date me
I tell 'em we can f*ck but afterwards you gotta stay the f*ck away because
Ain't no way that imma let you play me like a broken record
You called me toxic but these new bitches tryna fight the fact they into it
Actin' like they can give me what my ex lacked
Then be f*ckin' with a dude soon as I didn't text back
What the f*ck would I do without all these problems
Bitch that left me with no damn pot to
Piss in, then I hit the damn bottom
They wanna poke me, already got a
Thorn in my side, smoke in my eyes
Pain in my neck from your girl layin' in bed so
What the f*ck would I do without all these motherf*ckin' problems
Got a beat from your homie, then crapped out a verse about dope
Played it back after throwing every damn effect in the book
Now you're thinkin' you're the f*ckin' goat, bitch
Sit the f*ck down
You an actor, not a rapper
I was rappin' better as a bed wetter with the small bladder
Difference now, I'm older
But I'm still pissin' on every letter that you wrote
You and I are different
What you come up with in a week don't compare to what I can do when I'm half asleep
Just stop and listen, you ain't competition, you ain't opposition
You a motherf*ckin' clown with a mic
They tryna take my soul
Paranoia got me telling cabs drop me off a block from my crib
She tryna come through, I said
Let's go to your crib instead
Lying to my ex when I told her I'll be different, imma be like this until I'm motherf*ckin' dead
What the f*ck would I do without all these problems
Bitch that left me with no damn pot to
Piss in, then I hit the damn bottom
They wanna poke me, already got a
Thorn in my side, smoke in my eyes
Pain in my neck from your girl layin' in bed so
What the f*ck would I do without all these motherf*ckin' problems
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Hide behind exceptions
Attempt to look at it from my perspective, I'm just seven
Momma restless, I'm a f*ckin' mess and dad just left with
Nothin'
And still somehow took everything
With him
Ma still ain't forgive him
But got the heart to tell me that I should
Said I f*ckin' wouldn't even if I could
Even if he stood
Right in front of me and said he really back for good
Hardly made it out the dirt
Only 'cause of her
So I put my momma first
Don't get it twisted, I still hate you bitches
Yall are different, you the cost of livin'
Always trippin' 'bout some shit that never mattered
Give an ultimatum, then I take the latter and get called a dick
My thoughts acidic
Remember people only when the cops have killed 'em
But a modern day holocaust, forget it
Ain't gon' act like I'm above wishin' death on an individual
So you can f*ck yourself and drown in a swimmin' pool
Hold you down in there
Chuckle when I watch you tryin' to come up for air
This the pain I make you bare
For the hate that I take everywhere
I couldn't explain to yall what it's like here
I been having nightmares
Causing nights where I'm glaring at the wall
Swear to god sometimes I can even hear it talkin'
I don't need help, I need motherf*ckin' options
Now I'm getting why my last couldn't stop calling me toxic
What the f*ck would I do without all these problems
Bitch that left me with no damn pot to
Piss in, then I hit the damn bottom
They wanna poke me, already got a
Thorn in my side, smoke in my eyes
Pain in my neck from your girl layin' in bed so
What the f*ck would I do without all these motherf*ckin' problems
Bet you thought that I would f*ckin' crumble
Without you
I hate I can't forget but you will always be my number one
In the list of my regrets
Now I'm over with it
F*ck your word, it was my mistake for tryna hold you to it
Hope you know you blew it, roped me to it
Dug a grave and tried to throw me through it, now I put it all in this verse
You was talkin' to him behind my back while I was nuttin' on yours
But I f*ckin' get it, why you hate me
I feel the same b, we on the same beat
Now these f*ckin' hoes tryna date me
I tell 'em we can f*ck but afterwards you gotta stay the f*ck away because
Ain't no way that imma let you play me like a broken record
You called me toxic but these new bitches tryna fight the fact they into it
Actin' like they can give me what my ex lacked
Then be f*ckin' with a dude soon as I didn't text back
What the f*ck would I do without all these problems
Bitch that left me with no damn pot to
Piss in, then I hit the damn bottom
They wanna poke me, already got a
Thorn in my side, smoke in my eyes
Pain in my neck from your girl layin' in bed so
What the f*ck would I do without all these motherf*ckin' problems
Got a beat from your homie, then crapped out a verse about dope
Played it back after throwing every damn effect in the book
Now you're thinkin' you're the f*ckin' goat, bitch
Sit the f*ck down
You an actor, not a rapper
I was rappin' better as a bed wetter with the small bladder
Difference now, I'm older
But I'm still pissin' on every letter that you wrote
You and I are different
What you come up with in a week don't compare to what I can do when I'm half asleep
Just stop and listen, you ain't competition, you ain't opposition
You a motherf*ckin' clown with a mic
They tryna take my soul
Paranoia got me telling cabs drop me off a block from my crib
She tryna come through, I said
Let's go to your crib instead
Lying to my ex when I told her I'll be different, imma be like this until I'm motherf*ckin' dead
What the f*ck would I do without all these problems
Bitch that left me with no damn pot to
Piss in, then I hit the damn bottom
They wanna poke me, already got a
Thorn in my side, smoke in my eyes
Pain in my neck from your girl layin' in bed so
What the f*ck would I do without all these motherf*ckin' problems
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Writer: Amer Ali
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