Quando rondo - All these problems

(Drum Dummie)
Man, this shit crazy
I just wanna say I love you
Quando Rondo, nigga
(Q-R-N)

I got a question, dear Father
I hope that you can find the time to come and holler
Like why my life not barely worth a dime or quarter?
I asked you twice for us to have a one-on-one
And why it seem like I got all these problems?
Why it seem like I got all these problems?
Why it seem like I got all these problems?
Why it seem like I got all these problems?
Why do it seem?

Seems like the problems comin' in by the dozen
Green lights, I'm in my bag, just swing the BIN and jump out buzzin'
Stop by the store, two-pack of 'Ports, pour out some Hen' for my lil' cousin
No, I can never trust again, her and her friend sayin' she love me
One bedroom, I slept in the den when the time was turned on the other
RIP to Ralph, I got depression again, my mind can't function
If you was out when the streetlights came on at ten then you was thuggin'
That ain't no doubt, you can ask the street life and trenches, I came from nothin'
Section 8 housin', bitch

I got a question, dear Father
I hope that you can find the time to come and holler
Like why my life not barely worth a dime or quarter?
I asked you twice for us to have a one-on-one
And why it seem like I got all these problems?
Why it seem like I got all these problems?
Why it seem like I got all these problems?
Why it seem like I got all these problems?
Why do it seem?


All on my own, I stood on ten, prayin' and hopin'
I was locked inside a cell just pad and pen, everyday flowin'
I kissed the letter, check your mail on the tenth, say, "Damn, it's cold man"
In 2012 I used to beat on the Benz, Glock fully loaded
Had to prevail, had to cut off my friends to get back focused
It ain't hard to tell they only 'round for the benefits, they really owe me
I go through hell, I run the jay in the bin, they don't really know me
My father figure more like big Tookie Wiliams, he was on some Loc shit

I got a question, dear Father
I hope that you can find the time to come and holler
Like why my life not barely worth a dime or quarter?
I asked you twice for us to have a one-on-one
And why it seem like I got all these problems?
Why it seem like I got all these problems?
Why it seem like I got all these problems?
Why it seem like I got all these problems?
Why do it seem?

Why it seem like I got all these problems?
Why it seem like I got all these problems?
Why it seem like I got all these problems?
Why it seem like I got all these problems?
Why do it seem?

Why it seem like I got all these problems?
Why it seem like I got all these problems?
Why it seem like my heart could be a problem?
Why it seem like I got all these problems?
Why do it seem?
Quando Rondo, nigga

Writers: TyQuain Bowman , Tevin Revell

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