PROBLEMS (SWEET MIA PIA!)

I’m telling you my problems like you’re the one gonna solve them I really, truly don’t do this My music gonna get me out of this devil-lifestyle environment Swear y’all don’t know how tired I get Working, stressing, I promise I’m in this place I’m a product of everything I’ll come out of Just give me time and a bottle to swallow my heart (and) pride Got a lot of things on my mind I don’t influence the nation now, because the blind don’t lead the blind Your money don’t mean nothing, all I want from you is your time I don’t got no girl or no woman to run to instead, so I take my problems within and make problems for who comes next It’s a problem, I must admit but to others, if I compare Ain’t a problem in view, if you got a problem then bring it here (Ay, ay, ay , ay, ay) Yeah! You wanna feel the way You wanna feel it You wanna touch it You wanna trust it I’m bagging bodies so baby Mia can sleep at night Oh you’re talking bout murder I know for sure you ain’t thinking right She’s thinks I’m dangerous Bury your heart in angel dust Really, I’m for the moment I try my hardest not to anger us I be in my head about things that I can’t control Ain’t an issue we got that ain’t gonna be solved when tomorrow’s gone Well now it’s wine if I could just make you smile for another day in behind some shit I pulled up out the ass If I need to, I’ll be a clown Whatever settles you down You’re stressed, I’m here for you now I sit you down, dick you down If you’re up for it, lick you down Imma drink you up, sip you down Who’d have thought I would get you, wow That shit crazy I’m in your house Pardon my bottom lip Gucci bag on her fucking hip Hip, hip, hip, hippopotamus ... (this where I let my ad libs do the talking I a'int gotta say much. Quite frankly I ain’t got much to say. Sweet Mia Pia. I love you girl.)