Lyrics:
I got problems, I got drama, I got commas, I got columns
I got problems, I got drama, I got commas, I got columns
I got problems, I got drama, I got
had
When she's mad I play a dangerous game
In the obituary column
They've already printed my name
She's five feet three
And weights about hundred
has forgotten you
It's symbols of the past
The meaning of its state
Its order of decay
Stand now in a column
And make the nature scene
Standing
had
When she's mad I play a dangerous game
In the obituary column
They've already printed my name
She's five feet three
And weights about hundred
Problems
No Cap
More Columns
No Cap
No Problems
No Cap
More Columns
And our chains Looking saucy
Soon we gon pull out a rari
No Cap
No Problems
No Cap
riding on somebody wave
Standin' on my white picket fence
Looking at both sides
A-la-cartin' that shit like
A little column A; A little column B
Y'all
has forgotten you
It's symbols of the past
The meaning of its state
It's order of decay
Stand now in a column
And make the nature scene
Standing
what it took to be a star, so he's a critic
I work for the gazette man I got a real job
He did a 5-star column on a band he never heard
He did
It comes all shapes and sizes
It's something you can never buy
Don't wait until it's over
Before you say it's all been fun
Obituary columns are
It comes all shapes and sizes
It's something you can never buy
Don't wait until it's over
Before you say it's all been fun
Obituary columns are
problems)
You don't want no problems (You don't want no problems)
You don't want no problems G
Find yourself in the obituary column sheet
It ain't nothing
out old
Another came to find peace of mind, but his soul was sold
The shadow of the seventh column
Hides secret worlds
The shadow of the seventh column
Im making problems that do not exist
Don't think I'm in the right pitch
So many columns I'm burning the bridge
I cannot take it so switch
I been out
what it took to be a star, so he's a critic
I work for the gazette man I got a real job
He did a 5-star column on a band he never heard
He did
the columns in my head
I'm only living in a rock pool when
Pool when, pool when, na-na-na-na-na
Bins on fire
What's the occasion?
Diggin' and the legwork
your name in the obituary column sheet
It's that same ol' shit, niggaz back again
Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack again
Hit
Kick a column watch it tumble
Now is not the time to mumble
Scream it out and feel the rumble
Fuck the system make it crumble
Kick a column
column, top to the bottom
I got em
Ok I walk in lookin like a dollar bill
Steady catchin big hits cause I'm out the field
Huh, Heard that I was trippin & I
let the water in
But if I were satisfied, what would that make me?
But a column of air, that's all I ask
A column of air, that's me
Oh to sit atop
Where there isn't a ground
And there's no one to call him
And you can't make a sound
And there's just one beaded column
And it fades it's way down
All
rise up from the bottom
I'm never one to give in to the fake shit cause I'm solemn
I'm holding up the back end of the game, just like a column
Love
I'm rectangular 12, I'm 10 and 2
I make arrays, that's what I do
When I put my blocks in columns and rows
I make an array and my rectangle goes like
You're power hungry
What did you ever do for me
Fortify with forty-five columns of spikes
Look how good I'm doing without you
You've whispered and you've
like column
My team got some rings you a fiend for one like Gollum
Motherfucker wanna talk that shit, get mad when his ass get hit, huh
I smell pussy ass
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