Letra de PRBLMS - 6LACK

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Alright

And she said, "You a goddamn liar"

I ain't mean to say that shit, girl, I was goddamn high

So we left the crib, now we in the goddamn ride

She lookin' goddamn fine

I wanted a bitch who was down to Earth

But she want the goddamn sky

Uh, list of my problems

Got this one on my line that won't stop fuckin' callin'

It's crazy, I made her that way

Every time I see her out, I see the hate in her face

Like why you do that?

Tell her you love her when next week, you just want your space

Why you do, why you do that?

Tell her you want her, but next week, you do your own thing

Why you do, why you do that?

I can't explain it, but just know it workin' for me

She text me, "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you"

But how the fuck can you hate me?

When I ain't did shit, but be the real thang

She know I'm the real, that'll never change

I never been the one to try to explain

While you catch them feels, I'ma sip on this drank, it's easin' my brain

I got real shit to stress about, girl, I ain't worried 'bout shit ('Bout shit)

Remember that I tried to build ya, now I ain't worried 'bout shit

I got real shit to stress about, girl, I ain't worried 'bout shit ('Bout shit)

Remember that I tried to build ya, now I ain't worried 'bout shit

So I found me a new thang, I'm not as lost as you think

Got plenty queens in my hometown, all they need is drank and that dank

So I found me a new thang, I'm not as lost as you think

Got plenty queens in my hometown, all they need is drank and that dank

Now I'm like, "It's a goddamn shame"

We done crashed, we done burned, but, baby, you to goddamn blame

See, I wanted love, but you wanted goddamn fame, every goddamn thang

I wanted a bitch who was on the move, but you want to goddamn lay

Uh, list of my problems

Got this one in my bed and she just wants to sleep

Fuckin' up all of the sheets

She only wake up to eat

Do this shit every week

Like why you do that?

Cryin' you want to be great, but sleepin' until the next day

Why you do that?

Don't got that much in the bank, we go out, she order the steak

Why you do, why you do that?

She can't explain it, but just know it workin' for her

She claimin' she down on her luck, but really, she don't give a fuck

And I cannot make this shit up

And I ain't did shit but be the real thang

She know I'm the real, that'll never change

I won't be the one to try to explain

While you catch them feels, I'ma sip on this drank, it's easin' the pain

I got real shit to stress about, girl, I ain't worried 'bout shit ('Bout shit)

Remember that I tried to build ya, now I ain't worried 'bout shit

I got real shit to stress about, girl, I ain't worried 'bout shit ('Bout shit)

Remember that I tried to build ya, now I ain't worried 'bout shit

So I found me a new thang, I'm not as lost as you think

Got plenty queens in my hometown, all they need is drank and that dank

So I found me a new thang, I'm not as lost as you think

Got plenty queens in my hometown, all they need is drank and that dank

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