Tonalité : G minor
Intro 1
Em
D
Am
B
Verse 1
Em
I got problems,
D
Am
real motherfuckin problems, bullshit
B
I got problems,
Em
real deal fuckin problems,
D
I got real deal fuckin problems,
Am
I went from the top to the dippy bottom, I
B
Lost everything and the day is gray
It is a rude -ass world with a high straight
Em
I can't give up, nah, not today
D
I got the whole damn world on
my fuckin' plate
Am
Everything I worked for
Em
slowly fad ing away
B
Em
It's a fucked up game, nigga, press play
You stressed out shit every day
You're in late and I can't pay
D
Just roll down nigga's face
Turn my lights off on the 8
Am
Can 't put foot up on the plate
Em
Nigga going to the blood bank
B
Said donate is crazy
Fuck you, bitch, pay me
Em
This ain't fair, this ain't fair
Everybody's eyes stare,
D
I can't date no more,
Am
I'd rather be in an electric chair
This ain't cool, God, what I do
B
Em
This ain't cool, God, what I do
D
Now I lay myself down to sleep
Am
I pray for the Lord, my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake up,
B
I don't give a fuck,
Em
I'd rather not get up
B
Em
I'm going real crazy out my mind
D
My weight's shit, man,
Am
I'm trying to find
I'm way too tired to motherfuckin' grind
B
The fuckin' ladder broke
when a nigga tried to climb
Em
I got problems,
D
Am
a real motherfuckin' problem
B
Bullshit, I got problems,
a real deal fuckin' problem
Em
I got problems,
D
Am
a real motherfuckin' problem
Em
B
Bullshit, I got problems,
a real deal fuckin' problem
Em
My motherfuckin' neck
D
is messed up
It's always twitchin' and shit,
man, that's just my luck
Am
I ain't even got a buck
to my damn name
B
I ain't even fuckin' playin',
boy, that's a shame
Em
B
Em
All I wanna do is just fuckin' straight
D
I can't point no fingers,
shit, I'm the one to blame
Am
I think I'm goin' straight,
Jack, get insane
B
I'm so embarrassed, shit,
Em
I wanna change my name
Left foot, right foot
D
Get on a good foot, then I got you
Am
N***a got his whole
motherfuckin' life took
B
Got overlooked,
now a n***a just stay put
Em
All these motherfuckin' tears
rollin' down my face
Am
D
Hope Y .I .J. finally lost a damn brace
Am
I don't belong,
Em
I'm feelin' out of place
B
This is reality, boy, this is not fake
Em
D
As I write the words on the paper
I'm thinkin' to myself, boy,
Em
Am
who gon' save ya?
Ain't nobody gon' do shit
B
You better figure it out
or get motherfuckin' used to it
Em
D
I can do it, and shit, I can do it
Am
Keep telling yourself, boy, you can do it
Eat it, put you in a spot
if you can get through it
B
Keep your motherfuckin' head up,
Em
boy, you can do it
D
I got problems
Am
A real motherfuckin' problem
B
Oh shit, I got problems
A real deal fuckin' problem
Em
D
Am
Em
B
I got problems, a real
Em
D
Am
motherfuckin' problem, bullshit
Em
B
Em
I got problems, a real deal fuckin' I got
I got problems
D
Am
The real motherfuckin' problems
Em
B
Bullshit, I got problems
The real deal fuckin' problems
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