YOU GOT BITCHES?

I made myself a plate of trouble

Now it’s time to dine, a feast I cannot share

I know you got your problems too

You know they come with such quickness

Feelin overwhelmed step into my realm

Come outside and dig my sickness

You got bitches come to my house; 

I got complaints of my own

You got bitches come to my house; 

There’s no need to be alone

So much resistance getting things done

Such a bother I could quit, but there’s no exit

And open doors I ignore

It isn’t raining but could be dismal

Pleasant dismal with nothing falling

The kind of dismal you can walk around in

And feel all calm

You got bitches come to my house; 

Got complaints of my own

You got bitches come to my house;

There’s no need to be alone

I slept five hundred years

Just go up last week

Everything I left unfinished still undone

Each time I think I’m getting ahead

My problems seem to block the sun

So hard to start and I’m a gear below reluctant

I need some fun

You got bitches come to my house; 

I got complaints of my own

You got bitches come to my house; 

There’s no need to be alone