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[Verse 1]
I found myself inside of a bottle on my shelf
And I made a couple songs for you, Joel
'Cause the last thing you told me was to give 'em hell
And now you ain't with me and it's clear to see
That I barely sleep and I barely eat
And when I heard that news, I could barely speak
And I guess Percocets are more important to you-u-u-u

[Chorus]
And I got problems and you have problems too
I said, "Fuck my life," I got a point to prove
You said, "Fuck this life," and popped a pill or two
I stay inside my room, I love the solitude
And I got problems and you have problems too
I said, "Fuck my life," I got a point to prove
You said, "Fuck this life," and popped a pill or two
I stay inside my room, I love the solitude

[Verse 2]
And she tells her friends that she's severely depressed
They say, "No you're not, I think it's all inside your head"
She just rolled a spliff and I can smell it on her breath
And her boyfriend doesn't love her, he loves smokin' cigarettes
Like oh, oh, oh, I know it kinda hurts to see me go, oh, oh
But we both needed space so we can grow, oh, oh
And I guess that it's apart of gettin', oh, oh, old, it's feeling cold

[Chorus]
And I got problems and you have problems too
I said, "Fuck my life," I got a point to prove
You said, "Fuck this life," and popped a pill or two
I stay inside my room, I love the solitude
And I got problems and you have problems too
I said, "Fuck my life," I got a point to prove
You said, "Fuck this life," and popped a pill or two
I stay inside my room, I love the solitude