Lyrics

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?