If your haven’t got problems
I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and a bit* ain’t one

Tip my hat to the sun in the west
Feel the beat right in my chest
At the crossroads a second time
Make the devil change his mind

Its a pound of flesh but its really a ton
99 problems and a bit* ain’t one

Chorus
If your haven’t got problems
I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and a bit* ain’t one
99 problems but a bit* ain’t one.

Like broken glass under my feet
I can lose my mind in the sea
Looking for prize but I don’t want blood
All I wanna drink that are drink the flood
You can come inside but your friends can’t come
99 problems and a bit* ain’t one

Chorus
If your haven’t got problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and a bit* ain’t one
I got 99 .. 99 .. 99 .. 99
99 problems But a bit* ain’t one.

99
99 problems and a bit* ain’t one