Prblms (remix) Lyrics - Childish Major

And she said 

You a God damn liar 

I ain't mean to say that shit girl I was God damn high 

So we left the crib now we in the God damn ride 

She lookin' God damn fine 

I wanted a bitch who was down to Earth 

But she want the God damn skies 

Least of my problems 

Got this one on my line they won't stop fucking callin' 

It's crazy I made her that way 

Every time I see her out, I see the hate in her face 

Like why you do that 

Tell her you love her when next week you just want your space 

Why you do why you do that 

Tell her you want her but next week you do your own thing 

Why you do why you do that 

I can't explain it but just know it working for me 

She text me I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you 

But how the fuck can you hate me 

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When I ain't did shit, but be the real thing 

She don't want to real, that ain't never change 

I never been the one, to try to explain 

While you catch them feels imma sip on this drank 

It's easing my brain 

I got real shit to stress about girl I ain't worried about shit 

Remember that I tried to build ya now I ain't worried about shit 

I got real shit to stress about girl I ain't worried about shit 

Remember that I tried to build ya now I ain't worried about shit 

So I found me a new thing I'm not as lost as you you think 

Got plenty queens in my hometown all they need is drank and that dank 

So I found me a new thing I'm not as lost as you you think 

Got plenty queens in my hometown all they need is drank and that dank 

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Now I'm like 

It's a God damn shame 

We done crashed we done burned 

But baby you the God damn blame 

See I wanted love but you wanted God damn fame 

Every God damn thing 

I wanted a bitch who was on the move 

But you want to God damn lay 

Least of my problems 

Got this one in my bed and she just want to sleep 

Fucking up all of the sheets 

She only wake up to eat 

Do this shit every week 

Like why you do that 

Crying you want to be great, but sleepin' until the next day 

Why you do that 

Don't got that much in the bank, we go out she order the steak 

Why you do why you do that 

She can't explain it but just know it working for us 

She claiming she down on her luck, but really she don't give a fuck 

And I cannot make this shit up 

And I ain't did shit, but be the real thing 

She don't want to real, that ain't never change 

I won't be the one, to try to explain 

While you catch them feels imma sip on this drank 

It's easing the pain 

I got real shit to stress about girl I ain't worried about shit 

Remember that I tried to build ya now I ain't worried about shit 

I got real shit to stress about girl I ain't worried about shit 

Remember that I tried to build ya now I ain't worried about shit 

So I found me a new thing I'm not as lost as you you think 

Got plenty queens in my hometown all they need is drank and that dank 

So I found me a new thing I'm not as lost as you you think 

Got plenty queens in my hometown all they need is drank and that dank