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letra de problems - hackey og

[intro]
(chronic auxiliary)

[verse: hackey og]
why do i feel like dancing
hit a few l!cks, bought a new b-tch
why do i feel so handsome
bottle my spit, wet up my d-ck
why don’t i hold me ransom
pay off my loans, set up my kids
why do i feel like manson
follow my lead, do what i wish
why don’t i hold this handgun
smoke a little weed, sort out my problems
why don’t i throw this tantrum
get what i need, see if it solve ‘em
what if script soon lapses
sip my little lean up, eat up my acid
why don’t i snap at random
give it some time, liking my chances
why do i let sh-t phase me
all of y’all trolls, hide on your phone
i cannot let y’all change me
good on my own, do what i want
i cannot let y’all play me
hit a quick l!ck like a baskin robbin cone
i cannot let y’all cage me
king of this sh-t, sit on my throne like joe
exotic only thing i smoke
been about it since nine years old
failed so many drug tests growing up
swear to god my p.o. almost got sent home
me and chronic only thing that go good
like your favorite pair of clothes
i’m a pro at social distance
wish everybody would leave me alone
i’m a ugly mother f-cker like post malone
i don’t ever go out, i don’t own cologne
pop a little x down a old town road
i’ma ride this out ‘til i can’t no more
‘til i trip, stumble in a random home
hear that cl!ck clack, froze in a laser scope
i awoke sometime in a room not knowing
a lot but i’m here with a candle glowing
got a gash in my head and a fan near blowing
tried to get up but a chain been pulling my leg
can’t stood up, my pain can’t put up
got four, five bullets in both my foot
and my thigh, i’m shook up
my phone got took and my clothes got took off
my pride got stripped, am i finally finna die
timely my demise (buck, buck, buck)

[chorus: hackey og]
i left my problems buried deep inside
i let my problems carry me, i lied
i let my problems pick apart my pride
i let my problems run me all my life
i let you b-tches inside of my mind
i let you knock me up off of my grind
i let you get away with crossing a line
i let my problems bury me alive
let me unload my problems
what i’m gon’ do, what i’m gon’ eat
let me unload my silence
someone gon’ bleed, what it’s gon’ be
i let my problems bury me alive
i let my problems bury me alive
i let my problems bury me alive
i left my problems buried deep inside

[bridge/interlude: hackey og]
(heavy breathing)
f-ck
(footsteps running)
where do i go, where do i go
f-ck, f-ck, f-ck
gotta go, gotta go
(climbs chain link fence)
(police sires)
freeze mother f-cker

[outro]
(rain pouring)

- hackey og

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