Problems (feat. Nasko & Huskai)

Whales

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    Yuh, I got money on the lowkey
    If your girl in love with bands then she'll love me
    But I ain't tryna fuck with her
    Unless she's coming through with tree yeah
    You will see yeahh (yeah)
    I just wanna be the best (best)
    Get your girl cause she's impressed
    Move away and hope the label say yes
    L.A. where I need to be cause right
    Here my life is nothing but a mess, yeah

    And I'm tired of being lonely
    Fame brings in fake homies
    They just wanna know me
    If you say you are a real one then you gotta show me
    Cause I'm tired of all this fake shit it's killing me slowly
    Yeah yeah
    And I got problems of my own, yeah
    I got problems of my own yeah
    Tryna reach the next motherfuckin level yeah

    And I've got problems of my own

    And I've got problems of my own
    Yaya yaya, And I've got problems of my own
    Yeah, I got problems of my own, yeah
    Tryna reach the next motherfuckin level

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    And I've got problems of my own
    And I've got problems of my own

    Just wanna make a name tonight
    Fuck shit up and live a lavish life
    I'm hopin my dreams hop right out my mind
    Cause I've been praying everyday
    And Gods not been giving signs

    Tryna make the best, playing in the bars
    But I've been makin less, don't got any cars
    I just need to reach success, make it to the stars
    I'm in my rocketship, flying right past mars, it is who we are

    And I'm tired of being lonely
    Fame brings in fake homies
    They just wanna know me
    If you say you are a real one then you gotta show me
    Cause I'm tired of all this fake shit it's killing me slowly
    Yeah yeah
    And I got problems of my own, yeah
    I got problems of my own yeah
    Tryna reach the next motherfuckin level, yeah

    And I've got problems of my own
    And I've got problems of my own

    And I've got problems of my own
    Yaya yaya
    And I'm tired of being lonely
    Fame brings in fake homies
    They just wanna know me
    If you say you are a real one then you gotta show me
    Cause I'm tired of all this fake shit it's killing me slowly
    Yeah yeah
    And I got problems of my own, yeah
    I got problems of my own yeah
    Tryna reach the next level

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    Composition: huskai, Nasko, and Whales

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