Problems Lyrics

You aren't contemporary you're just temporary 

Me they will still play this once I'm dead and buried 

Because I'm permanent like this buzz I'm on now 

Flying through my city I am not ever going to calm down

Windbreaker on but I am not wearing jackets

If you know you know throw a after milk is rapping   

Never cared if I'm the best at this rap shit 

Drop a tape if the homies like it that's a fucking classic 

I'm in the with the top off 

All the records that I sold wouldn't get the gas tank topped off 

But I'm getting topped off with her shotgun with her top off

Holding shotguns with the top off 

Drop her off at her mom's bumping pop rock  

Raps bubble in my mouth like soda and pop rocks 

My team starters and everybody was a walk on

Loop a blue note for something to talk on 

I'm ugly designer jeans muscle tee 

Fuck with me but got it on me if you want to fuck with me

Shot out to the grave I'm about to lay you in

How you rap so many bars but you aren't saying shit 

Making money I don't ever make amends  

Probably getting faded while you playing this 

I'm too caught up in her body parts 

We fell in love and slow danced to car alarms 

I wear a crown of flowers stolen from a funeral 

I know I look tragic but I feel so beautiful  

And my problems multiply like

Beer cans in the trash that I never take out

I'm pretty sure there isn't a cure for this 

At the party sipping bottles is my nervous tick 

I'm pretty sure there isn't a cure for this 

At the party sipping bottles is my nervous tick

Nervous system spit something for the big sums 

See if I can fit all my regrets between the kick drums 

We all know the killers no one knows the victims  

That's why I like gangster movies with big guns 

And mix up jealousy when I get love

Ghosts on my girl's lips every time I kiss them 

Still know it doesn't mean shit to get my dick sucked

Doubled standards that I mix up 

When I was young I used to mix drugs shrooms and big blunts thizz bumps  

Wonder if that's why I'm so mixed up 

Throw a six up every time the Devil near me 

I'm underground just so God never hears me 

I'm underground just so God never hears me 

Or to keep the Devil near me thinking

Nate spent his twenties in a box 

I spent my twenties lost not grateful for anything I got 

I spent my thirties getting money

Trying to forgive myself for relationships I modeled off my mom

Probably spend my forties writing bars 

Hope I get married and accept that love is hard

Hope I spend my fifties in the yard playing catch with my daughter and the dog

Hope my sixties really aren't too hard 

By seventy I'll probably wonder where the time has gone  

Write a book how life is too short to be so long 

At eighty they're going to turn the ventilator off 

And I'm going to spend my last breath trying to get right with God 

I'll have to rhyme it all at the pearly gates  

On how I knew my right from wrong but chose the wrong anyways 

I hope they listen to these  

How I did so much wrong but know I'm still a good person

It's confusing I don't expect angels to excuse it 

I guess you just got to know what it's like being human 

I got some heart breaks I got some friends to call 

I got some overdoes and I plan to sell them all 

Because all our problems multiply while we hide our flaws 

I got infinite forgiveness for the ways you did me wrong 

Because everybody is just trying to be happy 

Protect your heart but then it atrophies   

Still the safest place alone that's why I pace at home 

Go go out on a date and wish I would have stayed at home 

Remember when we ate a zone on California campus in the black woods 

And I almost smoked a whole clove cigarette backwards 

Back words I never take my words back 

One day everything in life is going to turn black 

We disappear because we don't want to let them down 

Then get let down when they disappear 

That's why my heart don't beat and my nerves are shot 

Memories too loud I can't turn them off

I can't sleep any time I hear a turning clock 

Because I know it's a countdown until they turn me off 

So I lay in bed dreaming I'm awake or thinking I'm asleep

Still wondering if I'm really anything

Or just some thoughts without a body

Got dark and the world told me it was feeling sorry 

I wake up from a dream I was fighting with my mother 

Feeling kind of guilty because I rarely ever call her  

Roll out of bed and grab my phone to call her number 

That's when I remember that she died last summer