Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I've Got Problems, artist -Date of issue: 12.10.2015
Song language: English
I've Got Problems |
| Talking to myself again |
| About how I’ll never win |
| I look into the mirror |
| And that’s how my day begins |
| I wonder when did all this black fill up my mind |
| Well I don’t shower |
| I’m a slob |
| I’ve gone years without a job |
| And I can’t seem to keep my hands out of my pants and off my knob |
| Because the perversions in my head are of the sickest kind |
| Late at night I justify the way that I am |
| I try to pray but it’s too late |
| Because she don’t give a damn |
| If I could change just one small thing about my face |
| I’d simply just erase |
| Because I’ve got problems |
| I’ve got problems |
| I’ve got problems |
| I do some fucked up shit |
| I’ve got problems |
| I’ve got problems |
| I’ve got problems |
| Because I’m a fucked up twit |
| I don’t wanna kill myself |
| And don’t need no fucking drugs |
| I just revel in the sickness that comes from this holy love |
| Why’s it so hard for me to be like you |
| I’m just an animal |
| Baby aren’t we all |
| I’m full of shit and I live with it til' the day I fall |
| There’s no turning back |
| So give the devil his due |
| Late at night I justify the way that I am |
| I try to pray but it’s too late |
| Because she don’t give a damn |
| If I could change just one small thing about my face |
| I’d simply just erase |
| Because I’ve got problems |
| I’ve got problems |
| I’ve got problems |
| I do some fucked up shit |
| I’ve got problems |
| I’ve got problems |
| I’ve got problems |
| Because I’m a fucked up twit |
| Because I’ve got problems |
| I’ve got problems |
| I’ve got problems |
| I bet that you do too |
| I’ve got problems |
| I’ve got problems |
| I’ve got problems |
| There’s nothing we can do |
| I’ve got (??) right from wrong |
| I don’t have no protest song |
| I’m just another schmuck |
| Doing my worst to get along |
| With the man who looks like me |
| And sings these songs |
| And the lust inside my heart |
| I spew it through my art |
| I can’t control my many ticks |
| And my lifes falling apart |
| And why can’t myself and I just get along |
| Late at night I justify the way that I am |
| I try to pray but it’s too late |
| Because she don’t give a damn |
| If I could change just one small thing about my face |
| It’s simply to erase |