[Chorus x2]

You ain't fucking with problems

You ain't fucking with this, you ain't fucking with that

You ain't fucking with options

You ain't fucking with the bottom

Only fucking with the top

Got no bills and you run from the cops

Fuck those shades if a brotha get popped

[Verse]

Look, It’s been a real long week

Muscle gone weak but the blood run deep

No escape from the heat

But a brotha gon peace, like fuck the receipt

Give a fuck bout deceit

My mind on retreat on a beach somewhere i could sleep

My heart's off beat with the rhythm of the drum

The bills don’t come, and the talk ain't cheap

Could we get real for a minute?

Always been so god damn independent

Look I’m bout to leave had to pay you a visit

Bought a couple bottles had to pay you to visit

Like what the fuck happened?

Used to be good when we would chill and get stoned, still feel attraction

But I won’t pay rent for a place that ain't home

Still I can feel myself falling

Deeper and deeper in love

Love that's covered in hate

Feelings are colored by fate

I still hear you calling

Saying and screaming my name

You know you drive me insane

Holding me back from the fame

But fuck, those, feelings, and fuck, that, pain

Fuck, those, demons, and fuck, that, change

We found something, only some people find

So fuck that love but its gon keep us alive

[Chorus]

You ain't fucking with problems

You ain't fucking with this, you ain't fucking with that

You ain't fucking with options

You ain't fucking with the bottom

Only fucking with the top

Got no bills and you run from the cops

Fuck those shades if a brotha get popped

You ain't fucking with problems

You ain't fucking with this, you ain't fucking with that

You ain't fucking with options

You ain't fucking with the bottom

Only fuckin' with the top

Got no bills and you run from the cops

Fuck those shades if a brotha get—