All The Problems Lyrics

So, you say that the song is way too old

What you get from your mother's milk is cold

Hey son, it's cheap to take your daddy's gun

Great job, give it up for the World's sickest one

He's got all the problems, he's got all the problems in him

And he takes a swing to get on with his day

He's got all the problems, he's got all the problems in him

And he keeps them down in a phenomenal way

He's got all the problems, he's got all the problems in him

And he takes a swing to get on with his day

He's got all the problems, he's got all the problems in him

And he keeps them down in a phenomenal way

Tell me something you like about yourself

Tell me something you like about yourself

Tell me something you like about yourself

Tell me something nice about you

I know he can't stomach what you give him for free

And I know he can't stomach what you give him for free

Ache, come. Would love to semi-feel

No fun. Just give me something real

Life sucks. Crying in your cocaine shoes

Sick, abuse. Blame what the shot has done to you.

He's got all the problems, he's got all the problems in him

And he takes a swing to get on with his day

He's got all the problems, he's got all the problems in him

And he keeps them down in a phenomenal way

He's got all the problems, he's got all the problems in him

And he takes a swing to get on with his day

He's got all the problems, he's got all the problems in him

And he keeps them down in a phenomenal way

Tell me something you like about yourself

Tell me something you like about yourself

Tell me something you like about yourself

Tell me something nice about you

I know he can't stomach what you give him for free

And I know he can't stomach what you give him for free

And I know he can't stomach what you give him for free

And I know he can't stomach what you give him for free