Monte Booker

Problems

by Monte Booker

Intro:
Everybody got em, every, everybody got em
Everybody got em, every, everybody got em
Everybody got em, every, everybody got em
Everybody got em, every, everybody got em

Verse 1:
I let em go, let em go, let em go
All these problems we have, are never set in stone
Till we dead and gone at heavens door, homie yo we never know
But I heard that everything get better so

We learn to fly when we fall out the bird's nest
Priest by the burlesque, stripper on the church steps
Live like its your last minute and your first breath
Bury ya burdens, nobody is perfect

I wanted to rhyme like common sense
But that mirage in the mirror made it clearer, I'm not next
André or jay or biggie, I started to comprehend
I should be grateful for what I am

Like Kendrick Lamar has said, we all lack in that confidence
That keeps me modest when I go home and the concert ends
And I'm back on the grind behind my office desk
On that 9 -5, feel like Le
Bron when he on the bench

Bathe in my accomplishments; soak up in the compliments
Deal with a heavy consequence, weighing on my consciousness
Sorry for the empty promises, trying finding where my conscious went
Not knowing what an option is, dust off all of your problems

Chorus:
Everybody got em, everybody got em
Everybody got em, everybody got em
Everybody got em, everybody got em
Everybody got em, everybody got em

Everyday I'm faced with these problems
Everyday I'm just trying to solve em
So don't tell me all of your problems
Cause everybody got em, every, everybody's got em

Bridge:
We got problems, we all got problems
She got problems, we all got problems
We got problems, we all got problems
They all got problems


Verse 2:
Problems we been bugging about are blessings in disguise
Falling on my lap I had my head up in the sky
Like what if, and then what, but guess what
We never get it right, it don't matter in the end ya'll

Everything is our fault, and in time
It will be our downfall, uhhh right
What we need a big house for, its like
We spend more outdoors than inside

Making mountains out of anthills, they weigh us down like some anvils
Push a domino like vamanos, and lock the door
Throw away the key, adios and pop a couple advils
And act like the problems solved, but not at all

Watch the world turn from my arm chair, amen
People on their deathbed, getting their palm read
God bless, everybody got a way to deal with their
Problems, problems, problems, ….try to picture

Dilla in the hospital lying in bed, making beats
If you believe that you're dying, your dead, say your peace
Never let your pride get, behind ya hind legs
Only problem is the time you got left, chase your dreams

For what it is worth live every minute like it is your last
And breath like it is your first
There is no running, running from your problem problems
They coming for you

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