[Chorus]

These problems

They keep eatin' at me

These problems

They won't let me be

These problems

They won't let me sleep

I wish I had a second to breathe

These problems

They keep eatin' at me

These problems

They won't let me sleep

These problems

They won't let me be

I wish I had a second to breathe

[Verse: 1]

With sweaty palms

I'm losin' my calm

A lot crazier than saddam

I'm a tickin' time bomb

You never know what I'm on

Maybe it's bacardi or cron

Or maybe both

But who cares lets coast

He that raps for a c-note

Forgets why these rhymes are spoke

Only the realest is wrote

When this pencils finally broke

You'll never see the range

Or gain the scope

Of this youth that is broke

But right now I'm feelin' cloaked

Spittin' like I got a frog in my throat

But I'll be here till I shake and rattle your boat

So many problems I dig in the ash tray for the roach

Take a puff and I choke

Cause these problems got me losing sense of hope

[Chorus]

These problems

They keep eatin' at me

These problems

They won't let me be

These problems

They won't let me sleep

I wish I had a second to breathe

These problems

They keep eatin' at me

These problems

They won't let me sleep

These problems

They won't let me be

I wish I had a second to breathe

[Verse: 2]

Right now

So many problems

My insides are tied in a knot

Plus I gotta case of that writers block

So I drown my worries in a pint of that scotch

Ha

Now I'm feelin' top notch

Good enough to spit my flows

While I'm playing

Hop scotch

But with my luck

I'll trip and hit my head on a rock

Forget my name

And my favorite song by Tupac

All my dreams'll be dropped

Or maybe not

Who knows what we'll be when we're old

But these problems keep slowin' me down

I'm growin' mold

Bout ready to implode

But I'm strong I'll never fold

But these bills got my soul sold

So I hope I explode

Only platinum fuck gold

But I'm gettin' slowed by

[Chorus]

These problems

They keep eatin' at me

These problems

They won't let me be

These problems

They won't let me sleep

I wish I had a second to breathe

These problems

They keep eatin' at me

These problems

They won't let me sleep

These problems

They won't let me be

I wish I had a second to breathe

[Verse: 3]

I gotta gift

But I don't know how

Or what it is

So I continue to jot down my manuscript

And keep hoping for my chance to rip

But what If I trip and lose my grip

And forget every lyric to my shit

Would I give up and retire Kontages

Or wait for another chance to spit

Wait this is it

These problems push me to my limits

And I won't be finished

Till plaster my image all over you critics

That hang on every last lyric

But my message they don't hear it

Cause most scared to get near it

These problems fuckin' up my steerin'

But I'm seein that the skies is clearin'

If I keep movin'

Maybe I'll start hearin' cheerin'

[Chorus]

These problems

They keep eatin' at me

These problems

They won't let me be

These problems

They won't let me sleep

I wish I had a second to breathe

These problems

They keep eatin' at me

These problems

They won't let me sleep

These problems

They won't let me be

I wish I had a second to breathe