| Lyrics: | PROBLEM
I don't wanna talk about it, if I talk then I'll get mad you don't want to
see
that
I don't wanna think about it, cause that makes me want to drink, that's what
got me
here I think
Come on, come on, when you feel like nothing nothing that you feel feels
good
Come on, come on, just another day in Mister Rogers neighborhood
Pass the Prozac
please, I'm so bummed that I can't see
so I called up Dr. Drew and I asked him what to
do
he said I needed help oh my God
I think I got a problem, I don't wanna get out of
bed
I think I got a problem problem problem
Yaa I'm messed up in the head but I should be
cool tomorrow
I think I got a problem, yaa I need a little help
I think I got a
problem problem problem
I can't fix this by myself
But I should be cool tomorrow, I should
be cool tomorrow
It can't get any worse today |
