Sean Auguste - OVER(problems) lyrics

It'll all be over It'll all be over It'll all be over It'll all be over VERSE 1 (Sean) Its been a hell of a year It be days i don't want to speak, see, or hear So I been watching my tone Never watching the news Don't know what to do Bout this wack a** music and We miss BOOMIN' and To Mrs. Lewis Our hearts go to you We can be your son Me and all the guys I hang around really need a mom We want to have fun, we just don't got the funds U ever can't eat, cuz ya tank is on E But when I get my check I'll take you to Tony P's Take the kids to Chuck E Cheese But if you want to leave There the door baby I can't keep having you dipping up in you savings Plus I owe you like a million already I'm one in a million like repeating Aaliyah Record And for the record this what happen when you deal with the god Until we get to heaven know the devils a lie (word up) BREAK Verse 2 (K Smoov) Too many questions I don't know where to start Trying to keep myself together, life's falling apart And man I ask god remove some hate from my heart But at the end of the day we can't help who we are You know Live and grow, stick to the script and play ya role You gotta know to let go of the sh** you can't control And Everything takes practice Baby mama full of drama you would think she was an actress Aye, let a n***a be great and do right by my son They say karma is a b**h then you have a baby by one And Damn! I wish my pops could've told me that But the n***a never was there and I didn't care if he was coming back Lesson learned and blessings earned I been grown Since a kid you couldn't tell me sh** I didn't know For many years I felt the tears but never let em' show We all go through something just don't ever get too comfortable BREAK 2 (cause' we all got problems0 VERSE 3 (BmactheQueen) Queen with a sharp pen Baby face, dark skin Pretty smile, eyes low Don't know where my heart went Lost in the apartment, on 10th ave I remember becoming my own f**ing pen pal The writings on the wall, you gon' be the biggest star Don't listen to them rappers be cool and stay who you are, that's a bar You can't make in LA without a vertebrae They going crazy in my city I can't stay another summer in Los Angeles Pistol poppin cops with body cameras Women & ciroc with flossin amateurs Youngins wildin out & b**hes scandalous Granny mommy daddy family damaged us Christianity saddened us, we waiting for the man to come Yea that melanin finally settled in & they mad at us Yea we black as f**, got some knowledge & started adding up I bet you now they wish they sent us back to Africa Me too Cuz now I'm posted out in Southern California with a bunch of base heads Ain't no jackpot, pistol poppin just to stay fed Selling crack rock, papa told me baby play dead If the Feds pull up at the door yo daddy ain't scared Roll a joint for the f**in felons homie I'm on point like a s**a tellin on me Call it how you see it I ain't mad at ya Freedom is expensive I need cash faster Amen