Problem

Better start crying over my dead body
Life without a ride just dont feel the same
Come up short
You’re on teh streets of NYC
They hung my friend smiling just an hour ago
I’ve got a problem
What you do last night
I’ve got a problem
You’ver got everything
It’s all in your head
You’re gonna be dead
Miniature dog mother mary shrine
You’re up in the air
Yeah you gonna be fine
Who’s behind the wheel
I don’t know
Back of the truck just go go go
I’ve got a problem.