6lack’s 2016 single “Prblms’ had marked his entry into Billboard 100.
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Here’s the lyrics of the song:
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Yeah, yeahYeah, yeahYeah, yeahAlright
And she said“You a goddamn lie”I ain’t mean to say that shit, girl, I was goddamn highSo we left the crib now we in the goddamn rideShe lookin’ goddamn fineI wanted a bitch who was down to EarthBut she want the goddamn sky, uhList of my problemsGot this one on my line that won’t stop fuckin’ callin’It’s crazy I made her that wayEvery time I see her out, I see the hate in her faceLike why you do that?Tell her you love her when next week you just want your spaceWhy you do, why you do that?Tell her you want her but next week you do your own thingWhy you do, why you do that?I can’t explain it but just know it working for meShe text me, “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you”But how the fuck can you hate me?When I ain’t did shit, but be the real thingShe know I’m the real, that’ll never changeI never been the one, to try to explainWhile you catch them feels I’ma sip on this drank
It’s easing my brain
I got real shit to stress about, girl, I ain’t worried ’bout shit (’bout shit)Remember that I tried to build ya now I ain’t worried ’bout shitI got real shit to stress about, girl, I ain’t worried ’bout shit (’bout shit)Remember that I tried to build ya, now I ain’t worried ’bout shitSo I found me a new thing I’m not as lost as you thinkGot plenty queens in my hometown, all they need is drank and that dankSo I found me a new thing I’m not as lost as you thinkGot plenty queens in my hometown, all they need is drank and that dank
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Now I’m likeIt’s a goddamn shameWe done crashed we done burnedBut baby you the goddamn blameSee I wanted love but you wanted goddamn fameEvery goddamn thingI wanted a bitch who was on the moveBut you want to goddamn lay, uhList of my problemsGot this one in my bed and she just wants to sleepFucking up all of the sheetsShe only wake up to eatDo this shit every weekLike why you do that?Crying you want to be great, but sleepin’ until the next dayWhy you do that?Don’t got that much in the bank, we go out she order the steakWhy you do, why you do that?She can’t explain it but just know it working for herShe claiming she down on her luck, but really she don’t give a fuckAnd I cannot make this shit upAnd I ain’t did shit, but be the real thingShe know I’m the real, that’ll never changeI won’t be the one, to try to explainWhile you catch them feels I’ma sip on this drank
It’s easing the pain
I got real shit to stress about, girl, I ain’t worried ’bout shit (’bout shit)Remember that I tried to build ya now I ain’t worried ’bout shitI got real shit to stress about, girl, I ain’t worried ’bout shit (’bout shit)Remember that I tried to build ya, now I ain’t worried ’bout shitSo I found me a new thing I’m not as lost as you thinkGot plenty queens in my hometown, all they need is drank and that dankSo I found me a new thing I’m not as lost as you thinkGot plenty queens in my hometown, all they need is drank and that dank
Songwriters: Jeryn Peters / Ricardo Valdez Valentine Jr.
PRBLMS lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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