All These Problems - Quando Rondo

All this shit crazy

I just wanna say I love you

Quando Rondo, nigga

Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm

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Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm (Q-R-N)

I got a question, dear Father

I hope that you can find the time and come and holler

Like why my life not barely worth a dime or quarter?

I asked you twice for us to have a one-on-one

And why it seem like I got all these problems?

Why it seem like I got all these problems?

Why it seem like I got all these problems?

Why it seem like I got all these problems?

Why do it seem?

Seems like the problems comin' in by the dozen

Green lights, I’m in my bag, just swing the bin and jump out buzzin'

Stop by th store, two-pack of 'Ports, pour out some Hen' for my lil' cousin

No, I can nver trust again, her and her friend saying she love me

One bedroom, I slept in the den when the time was turned on the other

RIP to I got depression again, my mind can’t function

If you was out when the streetlights came on at ten then you was thuggin'

That ain’t no doubt, you can ask the street life and trenches, I came from

nothing

Section 8 housing-

I got a question, dear Father

I hope that you can find the time and come and holler

Like why my life not barely worth a dime or quarter?

I asked you twice for us to have a one-on-one

And why it seem like I got all these problems?

Why it seem like I got all these problems?

Why it seem like I got all these problems?

Why it seem like I got all these problems?

Why do it seem?

All on my own, I still don’t tend, prayin' and hopin'

I was locked inside a cell just pad and pen, everyday flowin'

I kissed the letter, check your mail on the tenth, say «Damn, it’s a cold world»

In 2012 I used to beat on the Benz, Glock fully loaded

Had to prevail, had to cut off my friends to get back focused

It ain’t hard to tell they only 'round for the benefits, they really owe me

I go through hell, I run the in the Benz, they don’t really know it

My father figure more like, he was on some Loc shit

I got a question, dear Father

I hope that you can find the time and come and holler

Like why my life not barely worth a dime or quarter?

I asked you twice for us to have a one-on-one

And why it seem like I got all these problems?

Why it seem like I got all these problems?

Why it seem like I got all these problems?

Why it seem like I got all these problems?

Why do it seem?

Why it seem like I got all these problems?

Why it seem like I got all these problems?

Why it seem like my heart could be a problem?

Why it seem like I got all these problems?

Why do it seem?

Quando Rondo, nigga