Mikill Pane, Newton Faulkner - First World Problems lyrics

Oh brother, my life's full of drama
I'm tryna stay calm
In spite of all the karma justice can't see
I reckon she needs some glasses
She just punishes me
Instead of the evil cunts
This is the type of blues that men
Can only get in the first world
I'm kind of used to ending up
In bed with the worst girls
I wouldn't suggest that every chick
Has made my life terrible
But all the best were
Definitely raging bisexuals
I can't explain the feeling of
Believing that she'd need this
When the cunt that pain competes with
Doesn't even have a penis
If we could try a threesome
It would seem to ease the hardest part
There is no I in team but
There is me in a menage-à-trois
I'm pretty sure I'll never use
That clever line again
Because the women that they dump
Me for never like men
Whatever I did to earn such luck
Made my sex life shit as 2 Girls 2 Cup

I've got so much to lose
Oh, I've got so far to fall
Too many choices to make
And making choices takes it toll
I've got troubles to fake
Got no real troubles at all
Nobody wants to relate
Keep faking problems till the dawn

I've got too many problems in my pitiful life
I probably never solve em
Dissing women all night
I should start by telling Nike I
Plan to send shoes back
Cause there's no space in my 2-bedroom flat
Life is all a drag
All the selecting made me mental
Do I light a normal fag or do
I press to make it menthol?
I can't recall the countries
That I've been to, after all
I've traveled more than somebody
That cheats at basketball
I signed a label deal
But, I'm lazy so I'm wishing
That they'd stop letting me be myself
And make my own decisions for instance
I'm back to self-release an EP now
But, I couldn't think of a name
That you could easily pronounce
M-IK-IL-L's Mic-ill
Say my name right, I'm stressing
I might kill
I bet you still think it's Mick-ill
But, I've enlightened you so much
I'm paying bigger electricity bills
I've got so much to lose
Oh, I've got so far to fall
Too many choices to make
And making choices takes it toll
I've got troubles to fake
Got no real troubles at all
Nobody wants to relate
Keep faking problems till the dawn

I've got so much to lose
Oh, I've got so far to fall
Too many choices to make
And making choices takes it toll
I've got troubles to fake
Got no real troubles at all
Nobody wants to relate
Keep faking problems till the dawn

I've taken all that I can take
And now it's cluttering my hole
I used to wait for private days
Now I'm not bothering at all
And I've seen the error of my ways
I've seen much worse on Channel 4
And Lady Luck left me amazed
Read me a curse, then slammed the door

I've got so much to lose
Oh, I've got so far to fall
Too many choices to make
And making choices takes it toll
I've got troubles to fake
Got no real troubles at all
Nobody wants to relate
Keep faking problems till the dawn