Papa Roach - Problems

I could turn my life from a good dream
To living in a nightmare, ruining a good thing
Probably couldn't tell you how I got here
Bottom of the barrel, I been hanging here a lot
I've always done what I want
Just give me one more chance to mess it up

I got pain in my mind and heart
I can never stop it once it starts
Something in the way, I could pull our charge
But only ever hurt myself

I got, I got problems
I got, I got problems

I know, I'm not perfect, but I'm trying
When I do, I put a scratch on the silver lining
If I'm being honest, I've been lying
I wanna tell the truth 'cause I'm sick of what I'm hiding
I've always done what I want
I know, I've done my share of messing up

I got, I got problems
I got, I got problems
I'm sorry for the times I trip and I fall
You blame yourself, but it isn't your fault then
I got, I got problems

(Hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh)
(Hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh)

I got pain in my mind and heart
I can never stop it once it starts
Something in the way, I could pull our charge
But only ever hurt myself

I got, I got problems
I got, I got problems
I'm sorry for the times I trip and I fall
You blame yourself, but it isn't your fault then
I got, I got problems

(Hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh)

I got problems

(Hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh)
(Hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh)

Written by:
Anthony Esperance, Colin Cunningham, Jacoby Shaddix, Jerry Horton, Nicholas Furlong, Nicholas Long, Tobin Esperance

Publisher:
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Downtown Music Publishing, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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