[Chorus x2]
You ain't f**ing with problems
You ain't f**ing with this, you ain't f**ing with that
You ain't f**ing with options
You ain't f**ing with the bottom
Only f**ing with the top
Got no bills and you run from the cops
f** 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 f** the receipt
Give a f** 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 f** 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 f**, those, feelings, and f**, that, pain
f**, those, demons, and f**, that, change
We found something, only some people find
So f** that love but its gon keep us alive
[Chorus]
You ain't f**ing with problems
You ain't f**ing with this, you ain't f**ing with that
You ain't f**ing with options
You ain't f**ing with the bottom
Only f**ing with the top
Got no bills and you run from the cops
f** those shades if a brotha get popped
You ain't f**ing with problems
You ain't f**ing with this, you ain't f**ing with that
You ain't f**ing with options
You ain't f**ing with the bottom
Only f**in' with the top
Got no bills and you run from the cops
f** those shades if a brotha get—