What’s Your Fuckin’ Problem!?

What’s your fucking problem?
I’m not the enemy

Turning on each other
When your life don’t offer much
Looking for a reason and no reason seems enough
You say you’re cool and now you’re fresh and now you’re fucking chill?
You’re a room without a window
And that’s your fucking deal!

Cruising like you’re bruised black and blue
And you’re stuck to
Cruising like you’re bruised black and blue
And you’re stuck to
Cruising like you’re bruised black and blue
And you’re stuck to me

Well, what’s your fucking problem? I’m not the enemy
How you gonna solve through all the shit you do to me?
What’s your fucking problem? I’m not the enemy
I break down the shit and the shit that you do to me

Cruising like you’re bruised black and blue
And you’re stuck to
Cruising like you’re bruised black and blue
And you’re stuck to
Cruising like you’re bruised black and blue
And you’re stuck to me

Talk down to me cos I sing about weed
Talk down to me like it’s your purpose to be
But if you spend up all your time fretting over mine
You ain’t worth shit
And I think I’m doing fine
We can get down with the coolest of cats
Swinging a wicked bassline like a bag on your back
We can give it up roping a ruff
Screaming for a riot but it just ain’t enough
And if you like to gamble I think I’ll blaze it jay
You smoke some, vape some it’s all the same to me
It’s all the same to me

What’s your Fuckin’ Problem?