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TWISTED SCREWED CRUDE ALTERNATIVE LYRICS
I took
99 Problems
By
By
Jay Z
If you're having self-esteem problems I feel bad for you son
I got sixty-nine problems but your opinion ain't one
.
I got the bad head on the insane head
Pubs that want to make sure I can not use their boozer
Fartbook critics that say he's "Delusional Nuts Looser"
I'm from Redcar, so I’m stupid, what type of facts are those?
.
If you grew up with holes in your logic go
You'd celebrate the minute you was having no soul
I'm like, "Screw critics" you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my creations, you can press fast forward
Play chicken with the world if I don't care they blow
.
They don't like my stuff, well, Then I just lick some muff, so
Social media try and use my mad ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, Suckers
.
I don't know what you take me as
Or understand the stubbornness that Ross-L has
I'm from rags to rags, mortals I feel numb
.
I got sixty-nine problems but your opinion ain't one, bite me
.
I got sixty-nine problems but your opinion ain't one
If you're having self-esteem problems I feel bad for you son
I got sixty-nine problems but your opinion ain't one, bite me
.
The year's don’t matter and my nerves is raw
In my rear mind mirror is the squeezing claw
.
I got two choices y'all, kill a load of Nazi nuts or
Spit in the face of God, close heavens doors
.
Now I ain't trying to see no reason to live in this place
Plus I got no money so I can’t fight the case
So I’m stuck in a life I don’t want to know.
I heard, "Kid, do you know what your living for?"
"Cause I'm old and I'm hurting and my moods real low"
.
Do I look like a mind reader, sir? I don't know
Am I smart or insane or should I guess some more?
"Well, I was doing until the age of twenty-four" (uh-huh)
"Giving up and resignation and step into the nearest bar"
"Are you carrying a feeling baggage on you, I know a lot of you are"
.
I ain't stepping out of line, all my concepts are fine
"Well do you mind if I look around your head a little bit?"
Well my self-destructive acts inevitability is locked, so stab me in the back
And I don’t know my limits so you goin' need to sneak up for that
.
"Aren't you sharp as a tack? You some type of lawyer or something?"
"Somebody important or something?"
Well, I ain't passed the bar, but I know how to fall
Enough to know, that there is no winning at all
"Well we'll see how smart you are when the next attack comes"
I got seventy-nine problems but your opinion ain't one, get me
.
I got seventy-nine problems but your opinion ain't one
If you're having self-esteem problems I feel bad for you son
I got seventy-nine problems but your opinion ain't one, get me
.
I got seventy-nine problems but your opinion ain't one
If you're having self-esteem problems I feel bad for you son
I got seventy-nine problems but your opinion ain't one, get me
.
Now once upon a time not too long ago
A nut job like myself had to keep his head low
This is not a Nut Job in the sense of having a shell
.
And changed it to
. 69 Mental Problems
. If you're having self-esteem problems I feel bad for you son
I got sixty-nine problems but your opinion ain't one
.
I got the bad head on the insane head
Pubs that want to make sure I can not use their boozer
Fartbook critics that say he's "Delusional Nuts Looser"
I'm from Redcar, so I’m stupid, what type of facts are those?
.
If you grew up with holes in your logic go
You'd celebrate the minute you was having no soul
I'm like, "Screw critics" you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my creations, you can press fast forward
Play chicken with the world if I don't care they blow
.
They don't like my stuff, well, Then I just lick some muff, so
Social media try and use my mad ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, Suckers
.
I don't know what you take me as
Or understand the stubbornness that Ross-L has
I'm from rags to rags, mortals I feel numb
.
I got sixty-nine problems but your opinion ain't one, bite me
.
I got sixty-nine problems but your opinion ain't one
If you're having self-esteem problems I feel bad for you son
I got sixty-nine problems but your opinion ain't one, bite me
.
The year's don’t matter and my nerves is raw
In my rear mind mirror is the squeezing claw
.
I got two choices y'all, kill a load of Nazi nuts or
Spit in the face of God, close heavens doors
.
Now I ain't trying to see no reason to live in this place
Plus I got no money so I can’t fight the case
So I’m stuck in a life I don’t want to know.
I heard, "Kid, do you know what your living for?"
"Cause I'm old and I'm hurting and my moods real low"
.
Do I look like a mind reader, sir? I don't know
Am I smart or insane or should I guess some more?
"Well, I was doing until the age of twenty-four" (uh-huh)
"Giving up and resignation and step into the nearest bar"
"Are you carrying a feeling baggage on you, I know a lot of you are"
.
I ain't stepping out of line, all my concepts are fine
"Well do you mind if I look around your head a little bit?"
Well my self-destructive acts inevitability is locked, so stab me in the back
And I don’t know my limits so you goin' need to sneak up for that
.
"Aren't you sharp as a tack? You some type of lawyer or something?"
"Somebody important or something?"
Well, I ain't passed the bar, but I know how to fall
Enough to know, that there is no winning at all
"Well we'll see how smart you are when the next attack comes"
I got seventy-nine problems but your opinion ain't one, get me
.
I got seventy-nine problems but your opinion ain't one
If you're having self-esteem problems I feel bad for you son
I got seventy-nine problems but your opinion ain't one, get me
.
I got seventy-nine problems but your opinion ain't one
If you're having self-esteem problems I feel bad for you son
I got seventy-nine problems but your opinion ain't one, get me
.
Now once upon a time not too long ago
A nut job like myself had to keep his head low
This is not a Nut Job in the sense of having a shell
.
But a Nut Job seeing no reason to wash and then start to smell
.
I tried to ignore 'em, talk to the something higher
Hope for 'em, 'cause some fools just love to perform
.
You know the voices, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't give a reason to get up in the morning
.
The only thing that's goin' happen is I'ma get to clapping and
Rage and its boys goin' be yapping to the Captain
And there I go trapped in that cycle again
.
Back through the system with the riff-raff again
Friends needed as a weakness again
.
Social media with they lies, yapping 'em
DWP tried to give a mentally ill the shaft again
Save a bit of money to let the corporations off tax again
They don’t really care if we die or kill as long as they end it
Trying to play like they care and try to claim they condemn it
But ain't nothing sweet 'bout mental homicidal meltdown
I got eighty-nine problems but your opinion ain't one, kill me
.
I got eighty-nine problems but your opinion ain't one
If you're having self-esteem problems I feel bad for you son I got ninety-nine problems but your opinion ain't one, kill me
.
I got eighty-nine problems but your opinion ain't one
If you're having self-esteem problems I feel bad for you son
I got eighty-nine problems but your opinion ain't one, kill me
.
I got eighty-nine problems but your opinion ain't one
I got eighty-nine problems but your opinion ain't one, kill me
.
You're crazy and in pain, cuntservatives it's your gov
.
.
.
.
I tried to ignore 'em, talk to the something higher
Hope for 'em, 'cause some fools just love to perform
.
You know the voices, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't give a reason to get up in the morning
.
The only thing that's goin' happen is I'ma get to clapping and
Rage and its boys goin' be yapping to the Captain
And there I go trapped in that cycle again
.
Back through the system with the riff-raff again
Friends needed as a weakness again
.
Social media with they lies, yapping 'em
DWP tried to give a mentally ill the shaft again
Save a bit of money to let the corporations off tax again
They don’t really care if we die or kill as long as they end it
Trying to play like they care and try to claim they condemn it
But ain't nothing sweet 'bout mental homicidal meltdown
I got eighty-nine problems but your opinion ain't one, kill me
.
I got eighty-nine problems but your opinion ain't one
If you're having self-esteem problems I feel bad for you son I got ninety-nine problems but your opinion ain't one, kill me
.
I got eighty-nine problems but your opinion ain't one
If you're having self-esteem problems I feel bad for you son
I got eighty-nine problems but your opinion ain't one, kill me
.
I got eighty-nine problems but your opinion ain't one
I got eighty-nine problems but your opinion ain't one, kill me
.
You're crazy and in pain, cuntservatives it's your gov
.
.
Songwriters: Tracy Lauren Marrow / Norman Landsberg / Felix Pappalardi / Rick Rubin / Leslie Weinstein / John Ventura / Shawn Carter / Alphonso Henderson / Felix A. Pappalardi / George Jr. Clinton / John Elis Ventura / Shawn Corey Carter / Tracey Lauren Marrow / Weinstein A. Leslie / William H. Squier
99 Problems lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd
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