First World Problem Songtext
von Bickle

I′m not an artist, I'm a cashier
I said the same exact thing last year
But oh, oh, oh
What do you know?

I′m stepping outside to take the mail out
If there's no bright side, then I'mma bail out, woah
What do you know?
So why
You worry all the time?


Oooh
Worry ′bout first world problem
I don′t know how to solve them
Something about this life
Feels right
Worry 'bout my first world problems
I don′t know how I got them
Something about this life
Feels right

Oooh
Worry 'bout first world problem
I don′t know how to solve them
Something about this life
Feels right
Worry 'bout my first world problems
I don′t know how about them
Something about this life
Feels right