Problems (feat. Afroman)

Goal chasin I feel like I’m going crazy
But all this fame and this money just won’t change me
The smokes hazy, I’m yellin out lord save me
I swear my life’s a movie like Martin, that’s Scorsese.
I’m just being honest dog I kinda wanna watch it
Watch me fly out to the tropics to divide up all the profit
Shit, I just bought a watch so I could find out where the time went
Wrote this whole song, smokin with the pilot in the cock pit.
Damn, they tell me life is but a dream.
But I’m cut from a different cloth I split it right between the seams
But rightfully it seems that I’m the nicest on the scenes
Cause They tryna be like them, I’ll do fine just being me, you feel me?
Yeah I’m just stayin focused, and I’ll keep makin dope shit Till I finally get noticed I guess.
I was at the bottom tryna cope with all the drama I was hopeless till I saw they real motives, I’m next.

I remember biggie told me, mo money mo problems
Ain’t been to sleep in like a whole week, but my fuckin life’s awesome.
They talkin shit but they don’t know me, they to obsessed with all the drama
Somebody tell em they should smoke weed
Pass the lighter if you brought one

I remember biggie told me, mo money mo problems
Ain’t been to sleep in like a whole week, but my fuckin life’s awesome.
They talkin shit but they don’t know me, they to obsessed with all the drama
Somebody tell em they should smoke weed
Pass the lighter if you brought one

I can’t believe I was happier when I was broke
A fourty ounce to drink, a blunt to smoke
My real homeboys and a radio
Freestylin, before they paid me though
Wealth, can be bad for ya health.
Just enough money, to hurt ya self.
Before I had a car, I used to be skinny
I never gained weight, because I walked plenty. (Then I got high)
Now I’m in my 83 Cadillac ridin
Suspenders on, no need for hiding.
My fantasies, are better than my, realities.
I still chase cheese, but stress come with cheese, mess come with cheese.
The DEA, and IRS come with cheese.
Lawsuits, false accusations, surrounded, by player Haitians.
No respect, for ya privacy, everybody you see, is like me me me.

(DRAAAAMA)

I remember biggie told me, mo money mo problems
Ain’t been to sleep in like a whole week, but my fuckin life’s awesome.
They talkin shit but they don’t know me, they to obsessed with all the drama
Somebody tell em they should smoke weed
Pass the lighter if you got one

(afro man talking througout outro)