i ain't got no problems no no no problems i ain't got no problems no no no problems i ain't got no problems no no no i ain't got no problems honest but if i had to pick one i got goals i must reach a promise i can't breach m-y teachers peach how exams don't matter but you fail your dreams are flattened you don't succeed bad things happen you'll be left rappin' for a dime your life a waste of time anythin' for the rhyme you'll commit a crime land yourself with time you tell 'em of your dreams they tell you get in line and at the top a old freind of mine Mr.Reaper Mr. Deep sleeper he'll leave you with your head down and a knife to your chest if I'm hell bound maybe crime is the best I'm a let down and i need to get some rest don't make a sound maybe this is for the best strap myself 'round with a bullet proof vest creaming fuck you all with a pistol to my head but fuck i ain't got no problems no no no problems i ain't got no problems no no no problems i ain't got no problems no no no no more problems no more pain no more anxiety driving me insane no more problems no more stress just eternal rest might be for the best and the knifes still pressed to my chest could be my last breathe one more push a adrenaline rush my head'll spin didn't think i needed medicine my last and greatest sun wait i can't let this depression win so i look up drop the knife fuck it's two thirty at night and i got to do this shut again tomorrow i ain't got no problems no no no problems i ain't got no problems no no no problems i ain't got no problems no