Budman. - The Problem

I walk around anxious all the time for no reason
The rent's paid, the belly's full, the dick's gonna get sucked on this weekend
The ex-girl cheated, but now I act like she dead
I wanted to die with her till I peeped inside my DMs
Budman. is a free man, the whole life revamped and renovated
I'd be celebrated but I'm freakin'
Out inside, I shout and cried about it livestreamin'
Like I might as well just end it
If it's like this until the end
It's Budman
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Da dada da
Da dada
Da dada da
Da da da
I don't see the problem, I don't see the issue
I don't see the problem, what the fuck is with you
I don't see the problem, I don't see the issue
I don't see the problem, what the fuck is with you
Another Gen-Zedder
Wanna-be trendsetter
I wake up a cold sweater and put on her old sweater
And act like I don't smell her
That's shit that I won't tell her
We broke up, we're both better
Especially me bitch
But my head spin like old records, I'm dizzy as fuck
Cause I remember every single fuckin' thing that I saw
So while I got this brand new Puerto Rican thing on my cock
We only bool inside my crib because you moved down the block
And I don't wanna see you
Da
Da dada da
Da dada
Da dada da
Da da da
I don't see the problem, I don't see the issue
I don't see the problem, what the fuck is with you
I don't see the problem, I don't see the issue
I don't see the problem, what the fuck is with you

Written by:
Samuel Budman

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