Lyrics Rotting Out

Rotting Out

Kobe Bryant Lifestyle

Problems, problems, I've got problems.

I've got problems and nowhere to go,

I don't know what the fuck to do.

Problems, problems I've got problems,

I have problems and you don't have a clue.

Problems, problems I've got problems

And I don't know what the fuck to do.

Everyone wakes up to a bad day,

But not every morning in this case,

There's always something waiting to go wrong;

I have no money, my car breaks down, the bus is late again.

I mean cut me a fucking break.

1, 2, 3, 4 and I know these problems won't go away.