Toosii - Pain & Problems lyrics
Toosii [Nau'Jour Lazier Grainger] Syracuse, NY/Raleigh, North Carolina, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Toosii - Pain & Problems lyrics]
Ayy, wake up on the road, gotta
Let the windows down, yeah, uh
Who I talk to 'bout my pain and my problems?
I ain't the same but I'm trying
They wanna see me in a
Tux with my eyes closed
Don't need a bitch and I ain't got hoes
My main ones still the same
One, gon' ride for me, uh
That ain't my nigga, he won't die for me
Load up the cutter
And I bet they ain't the
Same when the MAC sing fuck a nigga
I'm still the same from the back street
That'll hop out, high school dropout, yeah
I'm really living what I rap about
'Member they told me my voice sounded funny
Yeah now when I talk, I make money
Say my main bitch ain't my main bitch, had
To lane switch, ain't trippin' on that
Yeah i bet she sick, matter fact, yeah
Still ain't leave them caution signs
Go hard for mine
Swing blocks, do it all for mine
That's heart to mine
I just put my heart where my mind is
So I think what I feel and I never trip
A bitch gon' be a bitch from
The cards she was dealt
Mama should've raised you better
My heart cold, can't take this weather
I'm an owl, I think smart
So I hate gorillas
Nigga can't play gangster with me because
I ain't gon' feel him, yeah
Say if he don't leave
Then that hate gon' kill him
Ayy, wake up on the road, gotta
Let the windows down, yeah, uh
Who I talk to 'bout my pain and my problems?
I ain't the same but I'm trying
They wanna see me in a
Tux with my eyes closed
Don't need a bitch and I ain't got hoes
My main ones still the same
One, gon' ride for me, uh
That ain't my nigga, he won't die for me
Load up the cutter
And I bet they ain't the
Same when the MAC sing fuck a nigga
I'm still the same from the back street
That'll hop out, high school dropout, yeah
I'm really living what I rap about
Yeah, in ninth grade
I remember I ain't have a plan
Tried to tell the teacher I'ma be the man
But she laughed at it, knowin' damn well I
Got a bad habit of poppin' my shit, uh
Showed up the next year
Thirty thou' on my wrist
One hunnid thou' for the
Whip, my mama straight, yeah
They probably laugh 'cause we
Was on Section 8
Up in high school, couple homies died
Crackers laughed in my face, uh
I bet they mad that we great
They tell me speak on my pain less
Told 'em watch how I gain less
You was hatin' on me when I
Wanted to you gain best
God ain't put me through the same test
They gon' remember what my name is
Ayy, wake up on the road, gotta
Let the windows down, yeah, uh
Who I talk to 'bout my pain and my problems?
I ain't the same but I'm trying
They wanna see me in a
Tux with my eyes closed
Don't need a bitch and I ain't got hoes
My main ones still the same
One, gon' ride for me, uh
That ain't my nigga, he won't die for me
Load up the cutter
And I bet they ain't the
Same when the MAC sing fuck a nigga
I'm still the same from the back street
That'll hop out, high school dropout, yeah
I'm really living what I rap about, oh
Let the windows down, yeah, uh
Who I talk to 'bout my pain and my problems?
I ain't the same but I'm trying
They wanna see me in a
Tux with my eyes closed
Don't need a bitch and I ain't got hoes
My main ones still the same
One, gon' ride for me, uh
That ain't my nigga, he won't die for me
Load up the cutter
And I bet they ain't the
Same when the MAC sing fuck a nigga
I'm still the same from the back street
That'll hop out, high school dropout, yeah
I'm really living what I rap about
'Member they told me my voice sounded funny
Yeah now when I talk, I make money
Say my main bitch ain't my main bitch, had
To lane switch, ain't trippin' on that
Yeah i bet she sick, matter fact, yeah
Still ain't leave them caution signs
Go hard for mine
Swing blocks, do it all for mine
That's heart to mine
I just put my heart where my mind is
So I think what I feel and I never trip
A bitch gon' be a bitch from
The cards she was dealt
Mama should've raised you better
My heart cold, can't take this weather
I'm an owl, I think smart
So I hate gorillas
Nigga can't play gangster with me because
I ain't gon' feel him, yeah
Say if he don't leave
Then that hate gon' kill him
Ayy, wake up on the road, gotta
Let the windows down, yeah, uh
Who I talk to 'bout my pain and my problems?
I ain't the same but I'm trying
They wanna see me in a
Tux with my eyes closed
Don't need a bitch and I ain't got hoes
My main ones still the same
One, gon' ride for me, uh
That ain't my nigga, he won't die for me
Load up the cutter
And I bet they ain't the
Same when the MAC sing fuck a nigga
I'm still the same from the back street
That'll hop out, high school dropout, yeah
I'm really living what I rap about
Yeah, in ninth grade
I remember I ain't have a plan
Tried to tell the teacher I'ma be the man
But she laughed at it, knowin' damn well I
Got a bad habit of poppin' my shit, uh
Showed up the next year
Thirty thou' on my wrist
One hunnid thou' for the
Whip, my mama straight, yeah
They probably laugh 'cause we
Was on Section 8
Up in high school, couple homies died
Crackers laughed in my face, uh
I bet they mad that we great
They tell me speak on my pain less
Told 'em watch how I gain less
You was hatin' on me when I
Wanted to you gain best
God ain't put me through the same test
They gon' remember what my name is
Ayy, wake up on the road, gotta
Let the windows down, yeah, uh
Who I talk to 'bout my pain and my problems?
I ain't the same but I'm trying
They wanna see me in a
Tux with my eyes closed
Don't need a bitch and I ain't got hoes
My main ones still the same
One, gon' ride for me, uh
That ain't my nigga, he won't die for me
Load up the cutter
And I bet they ain't the
Same when the MAC sing fuck a nigga
I'm still the same from the back street
That'll hop out, high school dropout, yeah
I'm really living what I rap about, oh