Problems

I went to the free clinic cause I been actin' indecently
They told me I been tested too recently
And had to wait 'til May
That’s a month away, and my favorite girl is scared of everything
Yo, I swear to everything
But yet I met another girl on the way to go see her
And bought her a brassiere on Canal Street
It was the same girl from the joint I did with L’Orange, true story
And now this dude next to me is smokin'
Makin' my sweatshirt smell nasty
Yo, don’t ask me
I guess I got problems
Seems like I got problems
I think I got problems
Looks like I got problems
I’m surrounded by hipsters
What does that say about me?
Maybe I’m not bein' honest with myself (yeah)
Hipsters love independent movies
Shit, I love independent movies
Actually, I just like independent movies
So I think I’m cool there
I wanna be done with this
But I gotta rhyme at least some of this
Other genres you don’t even really have to rhyme
Can’t even understand what cats be sayin' half the time
Kurt Cobain you couldn’t understand shit
That shit was hot though, I ain’t tryna diss
Too late, y’all already pissed
What to do?
Plain to see
I don’t know where to go
Pray for me
Who to call?
Where to go?
That’s some shit, I’ll admit
I don’t know
I don’t know when to shave
I don’t know what to eat
I don’t know who to love
I don’t know who to beat
I don’t know how to be
I don’t know what to say
I don’t know when to leave
I don’t know when to stay
I guess I got problems
Seems like I got problems
I think I got problems (I don’t know who to love)
Looks like I got problems
I guess I got problems
Seems like I got problems
I think I got problems
Looks like I got problems
I don’t know who to love