Houston, We Got a Problem - Luke Combs

For every person I've tried to be, There's another ten inside. I love you so much I'm never there, I'm always with you but never cared. And you move in a hostile way, Like you're recently wounded. I reach for your wrists to feel the pulse, They're feeling yourself for both of us. We got a problem, it's plain to see. We got a problem. Which one, which one of you is into me? Which one, which one of me is into you? We're both schizophrenic I fear. Say how many voices you hear? Which one, which one of you is into me? Which one, which one of me is into you? We are schizophrenic, don't stop. No, not till I fuck this all up. All the searching we do inside, Is a futile attempt to, To sift what we're meant to never know, It's all screwed up how the river flows. And I know that you tried to hide, To senter yourself but, Was I the beast that sucked into you, A real dark victim inside of you? We got a problem, it's plain to see. Bitch we got a problem. Which one, which one of you is into me? Which one, which one of me is into you? We're both schizophrenic I fear. Say how many voices you hear? Which one, which one of you is into me? Which one, which one of me is into you? We are schizophrenic, don't stop. No, not till I fuck this all up. Nice to fucking meet you, and you! And this is me, and me! Bitch, we got a problem! Which one, which one of you is into me? Which one, which one of me is into you? We're both schizophrenic I fear. Say how many voices you hear? Which one, which one of you is into me? Which one, which one of me is into you? We are schizophrenic, don't stop. No, not till I fuck this all up. Bitch we got a problem! Yeah we got a problem! Bitch we got a problem! We got a problem! We got a problem! Yes bitch we got a problem! We got a problem! We got a problem!

Yeah, come see this nigga Come see this ol' light-skinned motherfucker I seen him and I'm addicted Disturbing tha Peace is the clique Please tell these fake-ass niggas who you are I be that nigga named Luda Alert! Alert! it's the ATLien intruder College Park Waterboy, spit in the c-cooler I Jam till they Def, they call me Slick Dick the Ruler Women, indeed! Keep yo' eyes closed 'Bow blows, come on out them clothes, hoes Low-pros, low blows, watch out for the po-pos And I chose to be that number-one contender Southern offender, fucking up your whole agenda When I walk, you try to run; when I run, you try to hide You skate at the snap of my fingers; call me Golden Glide It's you and I, do or die, who am I? I got a pocket full of family stones, cats think I'm Sly Oh, why try? You one of them niggas that like to cheat death And I'm one of them niggas That rip out Excursions till there's no seats left You shit out wheat Chex, and fart out deep breaths While we toss darts at the bottom of y'all V-necks Who, that nigga 'Cris? Aww, that nigga's aight That nigga can't fuck with me, though! Let me get on the mic Nigga, who the fuck are you, nigga? I be that nigga Bronze Bridges Players wanna ball but go on strike 'cause of my pitches They think I want they bitches But I don't want no pigeons; yeah, pigeons can scrub my dishes And y'all don't want no scrubs till y'all pull out y'all extensions Y'all in school detention and'll never come out Man, I'll cut your Achilles tendon and put a sock in your mouth 'Cause we the shit in the South, Fate know what I'm talking about You see we Jack and we Daniel, y'all Earl and Ralph 4-Ize, twirl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames Not even Joshua can come to war with these games These bitch niggas is lame and comin' down with the rain You all wet behind the ears but it's a drought in your brain And that's the simple and plain mayne, three-W dot, sh- "Man, that dude Luder's got some hotter-than-hot sh-" Well sh-sh-sh-shut the fuck up Before you get cu-cu-cut-cut the fuck up Hold on man, hold on, lil buddy Y'all talkin' 'bout shorty, man? Shorty up at the radio station, man? Shorty be popping, man! I'm saying, let the name be known! Who y'all talkin' 'bout? I be that nigga the Lova-Lova I'm nastier than thinking about your parents sex each other No glove, no love; better tell your dick to run for cover So when lightning strikes, you'll be safe on a few rubbers If you know what I mean! Not everybody's Mr. and Mrs. Clean Some get burnt like Freddy Krueger, sweet dreams Girls "Backin' they ass up," now they 400 Degreez, ha Hot girl, trying to give it to niggas up on the block, girl Have you screaming, "Stop, girl!" I rock worlds with my nine-inch Louisville slugger Still wonder why they call me Lova-Lova? Self-explanator-ium, ass valedictorian I bring 'em Back to the Future like a '85 DeLorean The Luda drug emporium; on the counter prescriptions You like my diction and my doctor nurse convention I place the stethoscope quite close to your titty And have your buttcheeks red, man, like Uncle Quilly See me! See me! CEO, D.T.P Infamous 2-0, Fate Forrester 4-Eezy Shondreezy on da beat Playaz Circle,Tity Boi College Park, nigga! Virgo, nigga! What-what! Ah, ah-ah, ah Ah, ah

I got a job, and my name's Joe Spend my days at the Texaco Never show up late Never show up drunk 'Cause when I get half lit, I'm a loaded gun Made a couple of wrong turns, did county time I do everything I can to stay between the lines I got a couple of good buddies that all stop in Say "it's good to see you brother, man, how you been?" I can't complain, I'm doin' alright Sleepin' pretty good, staying dry Thank the Lord every mornin' with a sweet Amen For how far I've come from, where I been So here's to good days, better tomorrows And a light, at the end of the bottle Some battles are fought on foreign shores And some are fought behind closed doors Some fall from grace Some lose their wings Some find the peace, salvation brings I got a couple of good buddies that all stop in Say "it's good to see you brother, man, how you been?" I can't complain, I'm doin' alright Sleepin' pretty good, staying dry Thank the Lord every mornin' with a sweet Amen For how far I've come from, where I been So here's to good days, better tomorrows And a light, at the end of the bottle Here's to good days, here's to livin' And here's to old sins, being forgiven And a bunch of good buddies that all drop in Say "it's good to see you brother, man, how you been?" I can't complain, I'm doin' alright Sleepin' pretty good, staying dry Thank the Lord every mornin' with a sweet Amen For how far I've come from, where I been So here's to good days, better tomorrows And a light, at the end of the bottle At the end of the bottle

There are stars in the southern sky Southward as you go There is moonlight and moss in the trees Down the Seven Bridges Road Now I have loved you like a baby Like some lonesome child And I have loved you in a tame way And I have loved you wild Sometimes there's a part of me Has to turn from here and go Runnin' like a child from these warm stars Down the Seven Bridges Road There are stars in the southern sky And if e'er you decide you should go There is a taste of thyme-sweetened honey Down the Seven Bridges Road