Prblms by Dylan Gold Lyrics

I got a lotta, got a lotta
Problems in my head
I got a lotta, got a lotta
Problems in my head
And sometimes I think it's me who's makin' them, yeah
I got a lotta, got a lotta
Problems in my head
Problems in my head

I'd like to take a day off outta my brain
I'd like to live a day out of this fucking hell

Problems outta nothing, yeah
Problems outta nothing, yeah

I got a lotta, got a lotta
Problems in my head
I got a lotta, got a lotta
Problems in my head
And sometimes I think it's me who's makin' them, yeah
I got a lotta, got a lotta
Problems in my head
Problems in my head
I'd like to take a day off outta my brain
I'd like to live a day out of this fucking hell

Problems outta nothing, yeah
Problems outta nothing, yeah

What's the point of growin' to be a man?
When all I'm s'pposed to be is everything that I can't, ha
Everything is heavier than what it seemed to be
I cannot seem to carry all the weight that's over me
I'm insecure
Barely breathin every single day
I'm not okay
I wish someone else could feel the same
Although that is not something nice, right?
I still believe in myself, but not sometimes

I don't know many things but
What I know brings me down
And I don't usually say this
But I'm a victim somehow
I'd like to take a day off outta my brain
I'd like to live a day out of this fucking hell

Oh yeah
I got a lotta, got a lotta
Problems in my head
Problems in my head

I got a lotta, got a lotta
Problems in my head
Problems in my head