| They say Luda would you rather have the money or the fame
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| I say they try to tell em that it all just depends
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| Cause everytime I make a lil more money
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| I seem to be losing more of my friends
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| So I’d give it all up to repeat life over
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| And they’d say dude is a fool
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| I can’t trust another motherfucker living in this world
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| And this really got me losing my cool
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| What would you’d do if you were in my situation
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| And the minute everyone you ever loved to say you looked up
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| You drink your pain to the bottom of a bottle
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| And the Conjure would have you fucked up
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| So I’m looking for love in all the wrong places
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| Pop pills, drink liquor by the cases
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| Get high, make a woman get low
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| In the strip club looking for familiar faces
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| People know me on a first name basis
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| But all they ever really want is my cash
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| Let me borrow just a couple hundred dollars
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| And you know that I’m a pay you back, my ass
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| This world so superficial
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| This world done lost my trust
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| They say Ludacris you’ve changing
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| But I really don’t give a fuck
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| What the hell am I suppose to think?
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| What the hell am I suppose to do?
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| I’m hearing that the devil’s in disguise
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| And I’m hearing that the nigga look just like you
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| They know I walk throw the valley of the shadow of death
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| I don’t go astray
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| And I get down on my knees and pray and I say
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| (Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away
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| (Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away, away, away
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| I wish my problems would go away, away, away
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| Doc said I need to change my diet, cause I’m really not eating right
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| Mama said I need some peace and quiet, cause I’m really not sleeping right
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| What’s the use of having all the money
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| And the power in the world, if I can’t abuse it?
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| Seems like the only thing that’s keeping me together, is my music
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| If it wasn’t for that, I think I would lose it
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| If it wasn’t for that, I would go crazy
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| When nobody went good on they word
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| In the industry they make you feel like, «Fuck you, pay me!»
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| Cause I gotta feed family, some of the same ones that abandoned me
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| That still looking for a hand out
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| Til you found out there ain’t shit ya handed me
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| Hah, still mad at me? |
| But I’m trying to be the man I plan to be
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| But can’t do it if you calling me for dumb shit
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| Thinking I’m innocent, I’m a plea insanity
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| Too many distractions and it feels like everyday
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| So I get down on my knees and pray and I say
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| (Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away
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| (Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away, away, away
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| I wish my problems would go away, away, away
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| I finally made it to the top of the CEO position
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| But when things don’t go their way, these artists got all these suspicions
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| So the weed keep me at peace, and I think I need an intervention
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| Who the fuck put me in charge of making all of these decisions
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| My position got me stressing, like it never did before
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| Not to mention my best friend drowned and death was knocking at his door
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| And it seems like someone in my family is passing away like every day
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| So I just look up to the sky and get down on my knees and pray and I say
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| (Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away
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| (Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away, away, away
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| I wish my problems would go away, away, away |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Problems , by - Ludacris. Song from the album Ludaversal, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп