Problems lyrics

Yuh, I got money on the lowkey
If your girl in love with bands then she’ll love me
But I ain’t tryna f*ck with her unless she’s coming through with tree yeah
You will see yeahh (yeah)
I just wanna be the best (best)
Get your girl cause she’s impressed
Move away and hope the label say yes
L.A. where I need to be cause right here my life is nothing but a mess yeah

And I’m tired of being lonely
Fame brings in fake homies
They just wanna know me
If you say you are a real one then you gotta show me
Cause I'm tired of all this fake sh*t it’s killing me slowly
Yeah yeah
And I got problems of my own, yeah
I got problems of my own yeah
Tryna reach the next motherf*ckin level yeah

And I’ve got problems of my own

And I’ve got problems of my own
Yaya yaya, And I’ve got problems of my own
Yeah, I got problems of my own yeah
Tryna reach the next motherf*ckin level

And I’ve got problems of my own
And I’ve got problems of my own

Just wanna make a name tonight
f*ck sh*t up and live a lavish life
I’m hopin my dreams hop right out my mind
Cause i’ve been praying everyday
And Gods not been giving signs

Tryna make the best, playing in the bars
But i’ve been makin less, don’t got any cars
I just need to reach success, make it to the stars
I’m in my rocketship, flying right past mars, it is who we are

And I’m tired of being lonely
Fame brings in fake homies
They just wanna know me
If you say you are a real one then you gotta show me
Cause I’m tired of all this fake sh*t it’s killing me slowly
Yeah yeah
And I got problems of my own, yeah
I got problems of my own yeah
Tryna reach the next motherf*ckin level yeah

And I’ve got problems of my own

And I’ve got problems of my own

And I’ve got problems of my own
Yaya yaya,
And I’m tired of being lonely
Fame brings in fake homies
They just wanna know me
If you say you are a real one then you gotta show me
Cause I’m tired of all this fake sh*t it’s killing me slowly
Yeah yeah
And I got problems of my own, yeah
I got problems of my own yeah
Tryna reach the next level