Damn I'm a man with 99 problems
And all of them are women, they know ya boy driven
So they call shotgun like I'm on the road to riches
But I'm nowhere close man Isaiah's barely living
Staying with my moms she says I need a job
So I could care less if my name ain't on your blog
Got a lot of work to do, tryna raise my gpa
Why every time I'm busy women seem to want the freak to play
But on any other day, I'm B.Pumper grinding
Hoping for a mill to cop some B.Pumper diamonds
Nothings ever private, my life is on full display
They know I never lie so I live in disarray
Girls play a couple songs thinking I aint working hard
Like I be meeting broads to give em samples of my DNA
Which is weird, I'm not a one woman man
But I told em first hand so how don't they understand

Bruce Wayne syndrome
From dusk till dawn I'm up writing songs
Giving out the facts of life every time that I perform
They expect the perfect storms
But everything I do is for me and you baby
Yeah everything I do, love's in the air
Tell your suitors beware
The boy stares at goats man he's crazy
Not good with names so I call every girl I meet baby

Growing up I had a major case of the cooties
Now I love being single look just call me George Clooney
Eligible bachelor, sensible romancer
But my lack of days off send me right into nostalgia
Girls I couldn't get with, the ones that wanted friendships
They dodged my advances and left me on the benches
Lost in the trenches, alls fair in love and war
But when I got drafted I never held a gun before
Never gave a second thought till my heart was on my sleeve
I got the cold shoulder till I turned to Mr.Freeze
Now I'm like my best friends, I could give a fuckless
Everlasting greed all I care about is success
Basketball, trees, couple hundred gs
Everything promised from the genie in my dreams
But I doubt you'll ever see
Cuz we live in a cycle where I'm the only person that's meant to achieve

Bruce Wayne syndrome
From dusk till dawn I'm up writing songs
Giving out the facts of life every time that I perform
They expect the perfect storms
But everything I do is for me and you baby
Yeah everything I do, love's in the air
Tell your suitors beware
The boy stares at goats man he's crazy
Not good with names so I call every girl I meet baby