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Horse Head

Problems

 

Problems

(album: Romantic - 2015)


[Horse Head:]
Thraxxhouse!

And now there's nothing left to do but get this money
So I pretend not to hear them when they call me
I feel like my friends they're disappearing one by one
But I got problems of my own to fucking deal with

Find me on my phone, in the club in the back
Fake friends want me, only call me when they need something from me
Shorty want to be next to me and DRP
If you only want my dough, you a fake-ass ho
Why you only call me when you need something from me?
I'ma just count this money
I'ma just stack this money
Nothing funny 'bout a fake friend, all they do is take shit
Tell it to your face, then go and do the opposite
Right behind your back, they'll stab you in the back like that

And now there's nothing left to do but get this money
So I pretend not to hear them when they call me
I feel like my friends they're disappearing one by one
But I got problems of my own to fucking deal with

[Mackned:]
Lose friends overnight, yeah, I do it
To my crew, yeah, we all going through it
I don't got cheddar time for a friend
I swear to God, I'll be your own 'til the end
Thraxxhouse niggas, yeah, we getting real slim
Pull up on little baby, yeah, she trying to hop in (skrrt)
So many problems that I never deal with'
If I pull the trigger, will you keep my name lit?
Now there's nothing left to do except get rich (brr, brr)
Only time I feel alive is your ice-cold lips
One of your fake friends sitting in the backseat
You're the only nigga that I'm calling
My friends go one by one
I miss witch house so much, fuck

[Horse Head:]
And now there's nothing left to do but get this money
So I pretend not to hear them when they call me
I feel like my friends they're disappearing one by one
But I got problems of my own to fucking deal with

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