Problem - Singin' From My Heart Lyrics
(Verse)They say money ain’t everythingShut that up, don’t talk to me like a child girl I’m not that youngEven though I’m gone I don’t mean now I ain’t linin stillDon’t think cuz of fame I can’t get ass murdered stillSo I do the things that really it’s supposed to beThe feeling *****in failing, should we scare you where’s yo *****in shoesGirl I’m on my grind on these niggas, I ain’t shinin on these niggasHave my eye on these niggas if they try, ***** these niggasIt’s what they doinYall fake niggas, yall getting that, I don’t want that loveRemember bad deals, I could get it in the car and go spark that plugStop betrayin me baby, I did back, don’t start that loveAnd girl should you do me, you already ready for it, I’m finna do it no***** these niggas mane, they don’t know no betterBeen 4 months since that my nigga, I ain’t seen no lettersThat guy 50, he should be with me out getting his wealthLast time we talked he told me he was gonna kill himself*****! I don’t know what I’mma do without my dogYou in the game, gonna yell your name til you get out my dog(Hook)My Lord, it’s crazy how this track got me singing from my heartI’m swerving lane to lane, champagne all in my veinsIt’s crazy how this track got me singing from my heartI’m swerving lane to lane, champagne all in my veins(Verse)Damn shame you niggas lame, prayin, bringin niggas painSucker niggas all in pain when the feds yell my nameLike go Problem, go ProblemYou think that I don’t want problems, don’t know ProblemThat will be second when I feeled itI’m parasailingDiamonds ain’t from vills clickYea this is the real boys and this that shit we live forPop champagne and live forGrindin while my kids snoreMama see my billboard and she went nuts*****es actin for a handout, all I give is two *****sI’ve been drinkin too much, I’ve been smoking too muchGirl I can’t put it down, roll a joint, puff puffI ain’t talkin bout no DiddyThis is really how I’m feelin everydayI’m a redal mixed with apple juice, like pains go awayI’mma stay up in the booth til you lames go awayYo have me by that march when you say they name if you pay(Hook)My Lord, it’s crazy how this track got me singing from my heartI’m swerving lane to lane, champagne all in my veinsIt’s crazy how this track got me singing from my heartIt’s crazy how this track got me singing from my heartIt’s crazy how this track got me singing from my heart
