Problems

I got a problem, whoa I do I love me some women, Lord know's I do Follow the road that I've been through Rock-n-roll, sex, drugs, and booze I got a problem, whoa I do I love me some women, Lord know's I do Follow the road that I've been through Rock-n-roll, sex, drugs, and booze

Can I live please? For just one day I ain't tryin' hear what you got to say This beat's in here like Dr. Dre, gun to your head and by the way Safety's off, this motherfucker takes faces off I'm spacin' out, shots ringin' loud Car takein' off, I'm speedin' off

This life of mine's seen a million miles Drugs and booze, women too They come in groups, they leave with us but go home to you It's on to the next one, on-on to the next one I ain't got time for love and affection Groupie ass bitch need too much attention I'm just tryin' to live, I don't need all the extras

Can I live please? Shit can I at least breath? Got money now, and it's funny how I ain't ever 'round, they all miss me I ain't comin' home, I'm on the road This the life I chose, this rock-n-roll So lock and load, I'm gonna raise hell 'til it's time to go Time to go

I got a problem, whoa I do I love me some women, Lord know's I do Follow the road that I've been through Rock-n-roll, sex, drugs, and booze I got a problem, whoa I do I love me some women, Lord know's I do Follow the road that I've been through Rock-n-roll, sex, drugs, and booze

I got a problem, Lord know's I do I can't live with one, but I can live with two I love big girls with tan skin, and blue eyes with big boobs Wearin' Daisy Dukes, with a pair of boots I love a country broad with deep southern roots Got a southern drawl and she talks slow But she fucks fast, like boy ooh Livin' life in the fast lane

Got four broads, I don't know they names I'm a rock star like Cobain, i'm rich bitch like Rick James It's rock-n-roll, sex, drugs, and booze And we party down until the sky's blue It's every night with a different girl In a different state in a different room My Snapchat be full of doves It's lift hard, seven, six, five

You can look me up and that's no lie Stay with a 'bama ridin' by my side Middle fingers up, you live one time I'ma rock it down 'til the wheels fall off I'm a Rollin' Stone, I'm bad to the bone I'm in all black call me Johnny Cash (Johnny Cash)

I got a problem, whoa I do I love me some women, Lord knows I do Follow the road that I've been through Rock-n-roll, sex, drugs, and booze I got a problem, whoa I do I love me some women, Lord knows I do Follow the road that I've been through Rock-n-roll, sex, drugs, and booze