I got 99 problems and they all bitches I wish I was Jigga Man, carefree living But I’m not Sean or Martin Louie I’m a Cleveland nigga rollin’ with them Brooklyn boys You know how hard it be when you start livin’ large I control my own life, Charles was never in charge No sitcom could teach Scott about the drama Or even explain the troubles that haunted my mom On Christmas time, my mom Christmas grind Got me most of what I wanted, how’d you do it mom, huh? She copped the toys I would play with in my room by myself, why he by himself? He got two older brothers, one hood, one good An independent older sister got me fly when she could But they all didn’t see, the little bit of sadness in me, Scotty
I’ve got some issues that nobody can see And all of these emotions are pouring out of me I bring them to the life view (?) It’s only right This is the soundtrack to my life, the soundtrack to my life
I’m super paranoid, like a 6th sense Since my father died, I ain’t been writing since And I tried to piece the puzzle of the universe With an eighth of shrooms just so I could see the universe I tried to think about myself as a sacrifice Just to show the kids they ain’t the only ones who up at night The moon will illuminate my room and soon I’m consumed by my doom Once upon a time nobody gave a fuck It’s all said and done and my cock’s been sucked So now I’m in the cut, alcohol in the womb My heart’s an open sore that I hope heals soon I live in a cocoon opposite of Cancun Where it is never sunny, the dark side of the moon So it’s more than life, I try to shed some light on a man Not many people of this planet understand
I’ve got some issues that nobody can see And all of these emotions are pouring out of me I bring them to the life view (?) It’s only right This is the soundtrack to my life, the soundtrack to my life
It’s close to go and trying some coke And a happy ending is slitting my throat Ignorance the coke man Ignorance is bliss Ignorance is love, and I need that shit If I never did shows, then I’d probably be a myth If I cared about the blogs, then I’d probably be a jackass Don’t give a shit what people talkin’ bout fam Haters shake my hand but I keep the sanitizer on peg (?) Hope I really get to see 30 Wanna settle down, stop being so flirty Most of the clean faces be the most dirty I just need a thoroughbred, cook when I’m hungry Ass all chunky, brain is insanity Only things that calm me down, pussy and some Cali trees And I get both, never truly satisfied I am happy, that’s just the saddest lie
I’ve got some issues that nobody can see And all of these emotions are pouring out of me I bring them to the life view (?) It’s only right This is the soundtrack to my life, the soundtrack to my life