Problems - Bran Van 3000

Tenth floor, complaint department

Shot 2B, take one

Rolling

Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four

Does it make you feel insecure?

I live in a frequency where action rules that God is me

In a war against my body, in the poetry of poverty

Cause it’s the rich ones who really make it

Cause it’s the rich ones who have the guts to take it

They feel fine

They feel fine

Check out complainer by the bar

Let’s kick his ass and make him beg for more

Let’s line him up and make him scream and shout

And show him he’s got nothing to complain about

Cause I believe in the groove complacent

So jack me up and fuck me up with entertainment

Yeah, I feel fine

It really doesn’t tell you anything about does it?