Guns

Oh, oh, oh, oh
I got problems

Twerk my pain away I got problems
Twerk my pain away I got problems
I got it, I got it
I been a bad bitch almost forgot it
Then came the soul suckers watching and plotting
Hoping that it’s easy by the way that I’m rocking

Arguing, hollering
Complaining every time I hit your line with problems and
One set of rules for you, one set of rules for me
Manipulating me with blatant hypocrisy
I got it, I got it
This whole relationship I guess I gotta chalk it
My people care
That’s why they knock it
Be taking shit too far the shit be outta pocket
Put me through the wringer I’m a Scorp gotta show my stinger
Keep ignoring feelings when the feelings lingеr
Throwing back shots and throwing backshots
Double entendrеs thickening the plot

Twerk my pain away I got problems
Twerk my pain away I got problems
I got it, I got it
I been a bad bitch almost forgot it
Then came the soul suckers watching and plotting
Hoping that it’s easy by the way that I’m rocking

Twerking on the dance floor
Twerking on the bar
Bust it open in a split backwards on the wall
Twerking on strangers fucking on em too
Gotta get it out my system to get over you
You got it? You got it
You act like she do more and you can’t live without it
I played myself with the whole top shelf
All they see is promiscuity and not the living hell

So drag me out of hell
Drag me out of hell
I got problems

Twerk my pain away I got problems (So sad all they see’s a whore. I just couldn’t take no more)
Twerk my pain away I got problems (So sad all they see’s a whore. I just couldn’t take no more)
(So drag me out of hell)I got it, I got it
I been a bad bitch almost forgot it
(Drag me out of hell) Then came the soul suckers watching and plotting
Hoping that it’s easy by the way that I’m rocking (I got problems)