Problematic - Skittles

I’m problematic, I never tried my best

I’m not surprised every time I’m inside a mess

I never realised relationship’s a type of stress

Not enough hours in the day to find time to rest

She wants me under the thumb, end of the index

Telling me to fuck off, wants a ring on her finger

But it’s the little things… that make it happen

It’s the little things that got me thinking back and I remember being happier

And I need to get back here

Still I’ve got your back f’ya

Sleeping with my back t’ya

Who am I to mentally batter’ya

Better back stare

Couple times a year I disappear

Only clogged my perseverance

Got my career interfering as my respect f’ya’s turning into fear

I see it clearest when I’m here

Though I see blurred through a tear

I hurt everybody dear to me

So I let nobody near

Still I’m here

I want it all, and I know how to get it

Still I can see it hurts you more and more the more that I let it

Some say if you love 'em you should let 'em go and then regret it

Some say «don't be so pathetic»

I’ve always been the latter

I can’t care, it doesn’t matter

Who are you to have me handed over to you on a platter?

But I don’t feel the same now

It’s hard to walk away

Now I’m talking 'bout changing on the phone again late

Cos I ain’t always been the same

But know I’m capable of change

But I don’t wanna put you through all my mistakes along the way

I’m a coward and a fake

You know it pains me to say

It’s me that’s making you stay

In a place that you hate

The same place it was made

Erase the game in my name

They know my name in every rave

I’m home, home and away

Singing Home and Away

I fuckin' love it here

And I ain’t never moving away

Unless you’re moving away

I attract attention

The doctor says I lack it

I told him if you could package it, then I’d make a packet

Who’d have thought such a little bitch could make such a racket

I’m still backing one day I’ll leave her gaff packing

I’m fuckin' knackered, man I put my back in

And looking back, did you leave?

Or did you send me packin'?

I can’t remember but to me you was overreacting

But I can’t remember man

I swear they think I’m acting, when my memory’s blanking me

But my memory been messin' in me

You got me guessing my premise

I’m not the menace you know

No I’m the menace you don’t

I don’t remember you, no

I wouldn’t know if we’d met

I wouldn’t care if we don’t

I’m a man of my own

That’s why I’m back on my own

Heading back to the zones

Middle of the road, rag n' a bone

Lost my phone, second dome

Lost my dough, lost the girl — that’s the world

Lost for words, lost my mate

Lost my way

I’ve lost a lot in my time

I’ve lost my mind a couple times

And I’m not sure it’s even mine, when I find it

I’ve lost track

Lost tracks

Lost macks

Lost sacks

Lost 'nuff time tryna acquire it

My life becomes so tiring

Losing track of my diary

And when admirers admire me

I know I don’t admire admirers

Live my life in the firing line

Or live my life as a lie

Love the ones you love for the things you love overnight