SAINT KID, J.J. Wølfe - Problems Lyrics

So I’m sorry if I feel a little distant
It’s a little hard to trust you when you never try and listen
That’s just the way it is, and this is the way you are
Baby don’t go, yeah, we just got some problems to solve
And you know...
If you want a problem we can come an get you
You fuck with the team you end up on a stretcher
Riding round the city with no plans now
We might show up at your door now
Diamonds Blue
Roses red
I can’t remember
What you said
I don’t remember
I forget
I forget
Don’t remember
I forget
Hop up in that rocket and I blast off
I ain’t with that talking, he just back off
I told him if he wanna take his bag off
There’s a lotta people with me who gon run on
Gotta get the money that’s my pay off
I made a couple K and then we break up
She crazy and she know that’s why she cut off
He wearing gucci issa knock off
I get the bag, woo back baby
I get the cash, woo back baby
I do the dash, swerving the rari real crazy
Run up the racks, n***a fuck you pay me.
I’m getting sick of these bitches
The lies and the games just so twisted
I would say I love you, but babygirl I’m just not in it
I’m just playing my role
You know I gotta play my position
I don’t understand your love I’m not in it
Right hand on the Bible
And my head to the sky
I’m ready for my demise
I’m ready for my demise
Fuck n***a run up get done up
N***as know I’m on the come up
Aye Woo back baby
Driving the rari real crazy
That bitch gone text me
I’m ignoring her lately
So I’m sorry if I feel a little distant
It’s a little hard to trust you when you never try and listen
That’s just the way it is, and this is the way you are
Baby don’t go, yeah, we got some problems to solve
If you want a problem we can come an get you
You fuck with the team you end up on a stretcher
Riding round the city with no plans now
We might show up at your door now

So I’m sorry if I feel a little distant
It’s a little hard to trust you when you never try and listen
That’s just the way it is, and this is the way you are
Baby don’t go, yeah, we just got some problems to solve
And you know...
If you want a problem we can come an get you
You fuck with the team you end up on a stretcher
Riding round the city with no plans now
We might show up at your door now
Diamonds Blue
Roses red
I can’t remember
What you said
I don’t remember
I forget
I forget
Don’t remember
I forget
Hop up in that rocket and I blast off
I ain’t with that talking, he just back off
I told him if he wanna take his bag off
There’s a lotta people with me who gon run on
Gotta get the money that’s my pay off
I made a couple K and then we break up
She crazy and she know that’s why she cut off
He wearing gucci issa knock off
I get the bag, woo back baby
I get the cash, woo back baby
I do the dash, swerving the rari real crazy
Run up the racks, n***a fuck you pay me.
I’m getting sick of these bitches
The lies and the games just so twisted
I would say I love you, but babygirl I’m just not in it
I’m just playing my role
You know I gotta play my position
I don’t understand your love I’m not in it
Right hand on the Bible
And my head to the sky
I’m ready for my demise
I’m ready for my demise
Fuck n***a run up get done up
N***as know I’m on the come up
Aye Woo back baby
Driving the rari real crazy
That bitch gone text me
I’m ignoring her lately
So I’m sorry if I feel a little distant
It’s a little hard to trust you when you never try and listen
That’s just the way it is, and this is the way you are
Baby don’t go, yeah, we got some problems to solve
If you want a problem we can come an get you
You fuck with the team you end up on a stretcher
Riding round the city with no plans now
We might show up at your door now