Maxime - ‎prblms

I don’t remember anything
I drink too much
All my friends hate me
I dont give a fuck, yeah

I don't really care at all
And maybe that’s a problem
Do we have a problem?

I got lots of problems
I got lots of problems
I got lots of problems

I don't sleep too well
And I’m running out of things to say
Oh, I know you too well for this
Oh, I know you too well

Oh, my jaw is getting worse
I’m really bad with names
When I sing it’s kind of nasally

I got lots of problems
I got lots of problems
I got lots of problems

My dad, he fucking hates me
My momma ain't much happier
My sister ain't much happier
I aint too much happier

I can't get out of bed (oh)
And I stopped working out (oh)
It’s just not working out (oh)
It’s just not working out (oh)

I got lots of problems
I got lots of problems
I got lots of problems

Written by:
MAXIME TRIPPENBACH

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