Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song American Problem, artist - Kevin Abstract. Date of issue: 26.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
American Problem |
| Who touchin' my, who touchin' my, who touchin' my bag |
| You’re hurtin' me bad, I ain’t seen the glass, it’s the summer |
| I ain’t going bad, better believe in that, had to creep 'em fast |
| Think I’m finna burn it, burn it to the ground, bruh |
| I drink, I smoke, I drink, I smoke, I drink until I sleep |
| (You gotta pass the thing over her) |
| I know, I know, I know, I know, this shit gonn' catch up to me |
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah shawty, I) |
| I drink, I smoke, I drink, I smoke, I drink until I sleep |
| (You gotta pass the thing over her) |
| I know, I know, I know, I know, red wine gonn' catch up to me |
| (Westside, red, red wine) |
| I can’t sleep next to no one |
| Who don’t look like, who don’t look like you |
| And all my girlfriends, they tell me |
| Well you would have been better if you picked someone who is just like you |
| (Who touchin' my, who touchin' my, who touchin' my mind) |
| You gotta pass the thing over her |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah shawty, I |
| (Microphone check, check, one, two) |
| You gotta pass the thing over her |
| (Microphone check, check, one, two) |
| Yeah, shawty, westside, yeah, westside, shawty |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I’m stuck in a van with a mask on |
| Think about taking my life, but the plan’s wrong |
| Think about finding a way to make the sand go, gone |
| I need another song to sing along to |
| Ninth grade, Tyler was the illest shit I ever heard |
| Going to his concerts, no mask, singing every word |
| I think it’s kinda crazy how my life panned out |
| I think it sucks that you and I ain’t work out |
| I used to sleep on Jim’s couch, saying I’ll be out, it’s been sooner than later |
| Seventeen, that sales gonn' make some shit |
| I was gonn' be bigger than The FADER, I wanna be Paramount |
| I wanna move far away and buy my parents a house |
| I was obsessed with a blouse, I just liked the way it looked |
| I thought the brother was cute, he was older than his dawg |
| I was breaking the rules, I was a flaming faggot |
| That’s what the principal called me |
| Not to my face, but I felt |
| When I was stuck in his office |
| I’m just a, I’m just another american problem, my nigga |
| Another american problem |