Toilet Water

I've got a lot of problems, still

Drinking a cold glass of water, chillin

Everyone's askin how I'm dealing

When all my friends are leaving town

Am I going to stick around with them?

If all of the old lips that I have kissed

Stink like the goldfish that I had killed

Should be in the toilet water, swirlin

I've got a lot of problems, still

Remember the air on April first

And all of the lies that I have told

Have nothing to do with his or hers

I've got a lot of problems, still

I've got a lot of problems, still