Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Problems, artist - Coin BanksDate of issue: 29.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Problems |
| Everybody got 'em, every, everybody got 'em |
| Everybody got 'em, every, everybody got 'em |
| Everybody got 'em, every, everybody got 'em |
| Everybody got 'em, every, everybody got 'em |
| I let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go |
| All these problems we have are never set in stone |
| 'Til we dead and gone at heavens door, homie, yo, we never know |
| But I heard that everything get better so |
| We learn to fly when we fall out the bird’s nest |
| Priest by the burlesque, stripper on the church steps |
| Live like its your last minute and your first breath |
| Bury your burdens, nobody is perfect |
| I wanted to rhyme like Common Sense |
| But that mirage in the mirror made it clearer I’m not the next |
| André or Jay or Biggie, I started to comprehend |
| I should be grateful for what I am |
| Like Kendrick Lamar has said, we all lack in that confidence |
| That keep me modest when I go home and the concert ends |
| And I’m back on the grind behind my office desk |
| On that nine-to-five, feel like LeBron when he on the bench |
| Bathe in my accomplishments, soak up in the compliments |
| Deal with a heavy consequence, weighing on my consciousness |
| Sorry for the empty promises, trying to find where my conscience went |
| Not knowing what an option is, dust off all of your problems |
| Everybody got 'em, everybody got 'em |
| Everybody got 'em, everybody got 'em |
| Everybody got 'em, everybody got 'em |
| Everybody got 'em, everybody got 'em |
| Everyday I’m faced with these problems |
| Everyday I’m just trying to solve 'em |
| So don’t tell me all of your problems |
| Cause everybody got 'em, every, everybody’s got 'em |
| We got problems, we all got problems |
| She got problems, we all got problems |
| We got problems, we all got problems |
| They all got problems |
| Problems we been bugging about are blessings in disguise |
| Falling on my lap, I had my head up in the sky |
| Like what if, and then what, but guess what? |
| We never get it right, it don’t matter in the end, y’all |
| Everything is our fault, and in time |
| It will be our downfall (uh, right…) |
| What we need a bigger house for? |
| It’s like |
| We spend more outdoors than inside |
| Making mountains out of anthills, they weigh us down like some anvils |
| Push a domino like vamonos, and lock the door |
| Throw away the key, adios and pop a couple Advils |
| And act like the problems solved, but not at all |
| Watch the world turn from my arm chair, amen |
| People on their deathbed, getting their palm read |
| God bless, everybody got a way to deal with their |
| Problems, problems, problems… try to picture |
| Dilla in the hospital lying in bed, making beats |
| If you believe that you’re dying, your dead, say your peace |
| Never let your pride get behind your hind legs |
| Only problem is the time you got left, chase your dreams |
| For what it is worth, live every minute like it is your last |
| And breath like it is your first |
| There is no running- running from your problem- problems |
| They coming for you |