Problems

(альбом: Made In America - 2017)

I got a problem, whoa I do
I love me some women, Lord know's I do
Follow the road that I've been through
Rock-n-roll, sex, drugs, and booze
I got a problem, whoa I do
I love me some women, Lord know's I do
Follow the road that I've been through
Rock-n-roll, sex, drugs, and booze

Can I live please?
For just one day I ain't trying hear what you got to say
This beat's in here like Dr. Dre, gun to your head and by the way
Safety's off, this motherfucker takes faces off
I'm spacing out, shots ringing loud
Car takeing off, I'm speeding off
This life of mine's seen a million miles
Drugs and booze, women too
They come in groups
They leave with us but go home with you
It's on to the next one, on-on to the next one
I ain't got time for love and affection
Goofy ass bitch needs too much attention
I'm just trying to live I don't need all the extras
Can I live please? Shit can I at least breath?
Got money now, and it's funny how I ain't ever 'round, they all miss me
I ain't coming home, I'm on the road
This the life I chose, this rock-n-roll
So lock and load I'm gonna raise hell 'til it's time to go
Time to go

I got a problem, whoa I do
I love me some women, Lord know's I do
Follow the road that I've been through
Rock-n-roll, sex, drugs, and booze
I got a problem, whoa I do
I love me some women, Lord know's I do
Follow the road that I've been through
Rock-n-roll, sex, drugs, and booze

I got a problem Lord know's I do
I can't live with one, but I can live with two
I love big girls with tan skin, and blue eyes with big boobs
Wearing Daisy Dukes with a pair of boots
I love a country broad with deep southern roots
Got a southern drawl and she talks slow
But she fucks fast, like boy ooh
Living life in the fast lane
Got four broads, I don't know they names
I'm a rock star like Cobain
I'm rich bitch like Rick James
It's rock-n-roll, sex, drugs, and booze
And we party down until the sky's blue
It's every night with a different girl
In a different state in a different room
My Snapchat be full of doves
It's lift hard, seven, six, five
You can look me up and that's no lie
Stay with a 'bama riding by my side
Middle fingers up, you live one time
I'ma rock it down 'til the wheels fall off
I'm a Rolling Stone, I'm bad to the bone
I'm in all black call me Johnny Cash (Johnny Cash)

I got a problem, whoa I do
I love me some women, Lord knows I do
Follow the road that I've been through
Rock-n-roll, sex, drugs, and booze
I got a problem, whoa I do
I love me some women, Lord knows I do
Follow the road that I've been through
Rock-n-roll, sex, drugs, and booze