American Problem (Explicit)

American Problem (Explicit) - Kevin Abstract

Lyrics by：Ian Simpson/Jack Antonoff/Romil Hemnani/Abhirath Raju

Composed by：Ian Simpson/Jack Antonoff/Romil Hemnani/Abhirath Raju

Could you could you try ooh now now now

To remember what you said tonight

Do you remember how high we was ooh boy

If I if I don't want to say sorry

If I don't want to

Then n***a I won't aye-ya-ya-ya-ya

Motherf**k a high road aye-ya-ya-ya-ya

As it closes

Who touchin' now who touchin' now who touchin' my bag

You're hurtin' me bad I ain't seen the glass it's the summer

I ain't going bad better believe in that

Had to creep in fast

Think I'm finna burn it burn it to the ground bruh

I drink I smoke I drink I smoke

I drink until I sleep

You gotta pass the thing over her

I know I know I know I know

This s**t gon' catch up to me

Yeah yeah yeah shawty I

I drink I smoke I drink I smoke

I drink until I sleep

You gotta pass the thing over her

I know I know I know I know

Red wine gon' catch up to me

Red red wine

I can't sleep next to no one

Who don't look like who don't look like you

And all my girlfriends they tell me

Well you would've been better

If you picked someone who was just like you

Who touchin' now who touchin' now who touchin' my mind

You gotta pass the thing over her

Yeah yeah yeah shawty I

Microphone check check one two

You gotta pass the thing over her

Microphone check check one two

Yeah shawty West side yeah West side shawty

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I'm stuck in the van with a mask on

Think about taking my life but the plan's wrong

Think about finding a way to make the sand go gone

I need another song to sing along to

Ninth grade Tyler was the illest s**t I ever heard

Going to his concerts no mask singing every word

I think it's kinda crazy how my life panned out

I think it sucks that you and I ain't work out

I used to sleep on Jon's couch

Saying I'll be out this b***h sooner than later

17 I said I was gon' make

Some s**t that was gon' be bigger than the fader

I wanna be Paramount

I wanna move far away and buy my parents a house

I was obsessed with a blouse

I just liked the way it looked

I thought a brother was cute

He was older than his dawg I was breaking the rules

I was a flaming faggot that's what the principal called me

Not to my face but I felt

When I was stuck in his office

I'm just a I'm just another American problem my n***a

Uh uh yeah uh

Another American problem