David Monsta Lynch - Im A Problem (BlackBox Mix)

She said whatever it takes Get the cash, get the money, get the paper
Get the green, get the bag, now or later Now or later, she will prove she's a traitor

Don't really know where to begin Don't really know where it will end
Don't really know who is a friend It's hard to tell when they all look like kin

It's hard to tell when you're under attack It's hard to tell what this knife in my back
It's hard to tell it through all of the flak Try it again, you get hit with a bat
Hit with a launcher, hit with the truth That's why I'm covered in sweat in this booth
That's why I'm dropping bombs off of the truth
With the same pain when you take out a tooth
Take off the mask, take off the fake I'm still angry, letting it ache
I'm still hungry, letting it bake
Bet you won't say the same thing to my face

We got a problem, and I got something to solve it
These bars is my revolver
I told you that I would never falter
Taking a pic like I'm freakin Minolta
Now you wanna act new
Now that I caught ya artillery spray and I caught ya
I'm a problem

It is so shameful
To look in my eye, tell me a lie
It is so painful
I'll never give in, never comply
So where you at? I'ma go far
Just take a step, gimme a bar

Give me a second, give me a minute
Step to the side, I'm uh be in it
I'm still a winner, still in the game
Still in the picture, still in the frame

Give me the bag, you sound the same
Every track, you sound so lame
Don't really care if you're ready to fry
Don't really care if you're ready to try

Don't really care if you're ready to die
You're thinking I'm playing, look in my eyes
Look in my brain, look in my soul, look in my heart
I'm ready to go, look at my stance, I'm ready to go
I'm still the realest, and that's for sure

We got a problem, and I got something to solve it
These bars is my revolver
I told you that I would never falter
Taking a pic like I'm freakin Minolta
Now you wanna act new, now that I caught ya
Artillery spray and I caught ya
We got a problem, and I got something to solve it
These bars is my little revolver
I told you that I would never falter
Taking a pic like I'm freakin Minolta
Now you wanna act new, now that I caught ya
Artillery spray and I caught ya

I'm a problem

Written by:
David Lynch

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