Banda de Problemitas

Go with your eyes closed
I’m not laughing, I’m overwhelmed by pessimism
I’ve got crooked teeth because I grind my teeth

If I stand up too fast, my blood pressure drops
I never do well in any investment
If it’s humid, my sciatic nerve hurts
I’ve got more problems than a math textbook

Maybe I got hit as a kid
Or the machine made me drink alcohol from the motors
Maybe I’m cursed with problems
And that’s why I fall at diamond parties

There’s something wrong with me
My head needs fixing
There’s something wrong with me
I’ve got a band of little problems

There’s something wrong with me
My head needs fixing
There’s something wrong with me
I’ve got a band of little problems

I wake up a thousand times in the middle of the night
And I like to eat half of the empanada
I always spill all the secrets
And I see faces in every object

If I send you a box, I open it again
And I always laugh at some nonsense
I laugh like a pig, and I think that’s fine
I’m not missing a player, I’m missing the whole team

There’s something wrong with me
My head needs fixing
There’s something wrong with me
I’ve got a band of little problems

There’s something wrong with me
My head needs fixing
There’s something wrong with me
I’ve got a band of little problems

I screw up daily
I always mess up when I fill out a form
Without little problems, I’d be a musician
Still, I can play the drums in the air

My problems never get solved
If I get kidnapped, they’ll definitely return me
My mental stability abandons me
I’ve got little problems, but I’m a good person