Cla**ified - Problemz lyrics

[Hook] We don't mean to be a problem But every time we start talkin' Somebody else got a problem But we ain't really bothered, we say mother f** 'em We don't mean to be a problem But every time we start talkin' Somebody else got a problem But we say f** 'em [Cla**ified] I mix this like black magic I got problems and bad habits I'm always talkin' to myself now like Fred Savage I ain't the best, but I know I'm above average Lookin' for my next meal but stuck out in left field; [and] Smoke too much, I won't grow up And we dope as f** but no one's as broke as us To make it in this game is a million to one Unless you s** dick literally like William Hung; [oh] Man, I got a problem hatin' on sh**ty rappers I guess that's just me, I got a hate for sh**ty rappers I know what I'm talkin' about I'm like George Strombolopolous every time I open my mouth That's the truth [J Bizzy] Excuse me, I'm tryin' to earn a mere buck or two J Bizzy react like, "Who the f** are you?" Calm down, bomb towns like graph artists Attack arists we lack hardest not in whack hardest Eww, now that's pimpin' So immature, I'll never grow up like Maggie Simpson Don't wanna find a real job to make a livin' I got problems, like when my weed baggy's missin' I got berzerk, act like I can't work or function Flippin' over all my furniture, rummagin' For marijuana crums again Cursin' and mumblin', my stomach stay rumblin' I'm hungry as f** [Hook] [J-Bru] Yo, I'm havin' problems; I suffer from manic depression But I don't see a shrink and never take my prescription My girl's wonderin' why my mind races My have black, half white, "Why I'm so racist" Nobody's perfect; And Women, love to date 'em But can't keep 'em for too long cause I start to hate 'em Try not to get too drunk Cause one time my girl talked sh** and I smacked her up Oh f**; My biggest problem gotta be Watchin' Videos of MC's that's not as hot as me This independent sh** is kinda shady Industry rule number four-thousand and eighty [Spesh K] Now a day, I put the pro in the problem Cause I plan to get paid off of tellin' the causes Raw is the reason I sleep in on Tuesday Greed would explain why there's weed in my suitcase Confuse my notes whole with a rail road Confront the po-po, now I gotta get bailed out Burnin' smokes across from the Nova Scotia hospital Where the crazy folks all talk to ya Be a carpenter like Jesus was Cause they want you to do whatever Jesus does Walkin' bare-foot on broken seacrum jugs Young alcoholics like I need that buzz [Hook] [Mic B] I ain't tryin' to say that I'm a crack addict But I got some bad habits like blazin' up in my dad's attic My dad's had it, he wants me out of his house Cause I ain't bringin' no bread and I'm eatin' all of his toast I'm sorry father that I didn't get it together I swear I'll hit you back once I'm gettin' some chedder Mom's sittin' in the corner knittin' a sweater Cause she knows soon that I'm gonna have to deal with the weather I really just wanna be left alone Sometimes I sit at home and I disconnect my phone; ya see Since I'm s**m, seaman squerm And certain people can't believe that I'm a decent person Said, once I hit my pre-teens that means it curtains Ya need to clean ya act up; this is the cleanest version It's not like this demons workin' inside of me I just want some privacy cause I'm a shy and I'm as high as can be