Problems

Problems (Explicit) - Bran Van 3000

I live in a frequency

Where action rules

That God is me

In a war against my body

In the poetry of poverty

'Cause it's the rich ones who make it

'Cause it's the rich ones who have the guts to take it

They feel fine

They feel fine

Check out complainer by the bar

Let's kick his a** and make him beg for more

Let's line him up

And make him scream and shout

And show him he's got nothing to complain about

'Cause I believe in the groove complacent

So jack me up and f**k me up with entertainment

Yeah I feel fine