Nigga made a whole lotta guala Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah) Main bitch fuckin' my partner (main bitch) Nigga, we ain't trippin', we ballin' (fool) And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta) Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)

There isn't any other way I have a one track mind Method to the madness One track mind Love is like problems We all got 'em There is a method to the madness, to the madness Gotta have a one track mind, ooh A dark night, remember

Money, money, power I need checks in every week Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite Niggas don't make money when they disrespecting me You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me You would think they got a check, the way

I've become Sick of everyone now And I don't feel remorse for all forgotten And I don't care at all And I don't pray to voice of all the problems While looking for the answers Only questions come to mind 'Cause I have been lost in circles Wish seems now

I'm coming out She's coming out You, you, you, you, you You gotta let it show Yo! I'm coming out Like the sun after rain Ready to shine no time to be plain

And no shoes, no shirt, no problems Blues what blues hey I forgot them The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom I've been up to my neck workin' six days a week Wearin' holes in the soles of the shoes on my feet Been dreamin' of gettin'

And I pray they'll find the answer That there's a way to right the wrong And lord while your listen Some troubles of my own I got problems right here at home Fires are burning, up the forests Down along the Amazon There's children starving in Guatemala

And one of them is how bad I need you 'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too 'Cause I got issues But you got 'em too So give 'em all to me And I'll give mine to you Bask in the glory Of all our problems 'Cause we got the kind of love

From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore Hustlin' on the corners, now we own the stores Fuck a million dollars, boy, I need a billi' for sure Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin' Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean More Billy's, more problems We got too many ways to solve

I got, I got problems (Hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh) I've always done what I want I got pain in my mind and heart I can never stop it once it starts Something in the way, I could pull our charge But only ever hurt myself I'm sorry for the times I trip and I fall You