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Where ammmm I???
Whaaats happening? (This is Life)
Why is life???
(You are my child)
Who am IIII (I know who you, I've always known you. Come

leave all your problems outside 
and live for a while 

Take a sit in the privèe lounge 
there's a couple of drinks with your fresh brain fuses 
and a bit

they can live the dream 
Of so called Americana
Mi español is slightly off
Proofread by my Cubana 
With brain so good
She graduate Cume Laude
Pronto me

they can live the dream 
Of so called Americana
Mi español is slightly off
Proofread by my Cubana 
With b*** so good
She graduate Cume Laude
Pronto me

itself which means it needs a man to help, which means that guns are not fucking problem bitch it's mental health
Probably from the mental hell of locking

my purpose Surrounded by serpents 
So I turned to writing theses songs
They say the fruit never falls far from the root
But I can you thats a lie
Yeah

tell me how you wanna view it
If these pussies have a problem then I'll show them how I do it
I'm influenced by environment, lame shit I ain't trying it

to get my child blinging
And I don't know the definition of life because I don't live the regular meaning , uh
Not living by the rules when I'm finna buy

Come from a good family, god bless
Problem child I brought them all stress
If I Acheive my goals and gain success
Givin' everyone a mil, fuck

was a problem child
Always deemed as wild
All while
I was laid up in my room
Just Chillin
Just muse
Used to steal
My Moms music
Amused
Absorbing

We just tired of using it for hoes
Glorified problem child
I had my trials
I've walked a thousand miles
body, mind, and spirit get me further baby

like
I'm stuck in milldew
Surrounded by fake people who don't
Speak the real truth my girl hate me
Think I'm creepin' with the duck
Or think I'm sleepin'

yeah?
My name is Stormzy
My name is The Problem
My name is Big Mike
My name is Stiff Chocolate
My name is Wicked Skengman, live in the flesh
Boy

(Sir Blackie Hook)
You gotta get it how you live, my boy
In the field, momma stressing bout them bills, my boy
Put on for them kids, my boy
Don’t let

He's gilded in gold
and worshiped by worms like a deity believes himself to be
Beyond reproach

This problem is way to embedded
There's one solution
Off

I heard your ex was an alcoholic, hurt your feelings and didn't do right by you
Now though I'm puzzled by how that could possibly be true, I must say

arrested for all the "wrong" things
I do, wrong things I say, wrong things I live by
(Fucking look at you, you're playing the fucking victim!)
And the worst

you livin' the life but nigga you ain't living right

Cocaine and drinking with your friends
You live in the dark, boy, I cannot pretend
I'm not fazed,

farewell
Everyone told me just to relax, but look, I can't cause I'm finding myself
I gotta live before it's taken away, leave you all in the dust while you

for a kiddy meals from Wendy's
Trying to make on her in a world that ain friendly
Surrounding by death she decided to play wit it
Live on Facebook she

my heart so bad what more can you break 
Child you're disgrace what make more can we say  

She told me she tried to prevent so she couldn't conceive

I dont stop pushing the rock rap is therapy
I live by principles helps me keep mental clarity
Winter is coming so I'm sitting by the fireplace

a generational curse. 
I fornicated then another problem was created. Premarital sex became my stumbling block which led to having a child at the age of fifteen

get ya inner child back
Buried in ya problems on a lonely earth 
What you got and what you give they figure all you worth
They sit back and watch you