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problems
i've got problems. i've got problems and nowhere to go
i don't know what the fuck to do. problems
problems
i've got problems. i've got problems and nowhere to go
i don't know what the fuck to do. problems
leather reins hanging from her stubbly jaws
'cause i've got problems man. i want to shoot pistols into faces at point blank
reach into the sinus so they smell and then can taste
leather reins hanging from her stubbly jaws
'cause i've got problems man. i want to shoot pistols into faces at point blank
reach into the sinus so they smell and then can taste
i'm not here just to make your dreams come true
'cause i've got problems of my own
they don't go away with time
i'm not here just to make your dreams come true
'cause i've got problems of my own
they don't go away with time