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If trouble was his middle name, it would fit his ass
In a world where the music scene is planned and paid for
He's covered by us, but not
Just like that man over there
And this, is his story
Crying all day
Drinking alone
This child has some troubles
Just 23, but all fucked up
His liver is
Having trouble with the words to say
All my feelings I been throwing away
And all I ever do is try to run away
And I've been so numb overcame my rage
Before we arrived on the scene, you know what I mean
When it was all about, I forgot, man forget it (come on)
See now the P is sweated as a global affair
as I do and everything will be cool
When you find yourself in times of trouble
Remember that I'm by your side (I'm by your side)
Lean on me when
you don't know what you're doing
Or recognize the trouble you getting in to and you're ruin
And dig this man
I spent my childhood in a wild hood
And all
is the greatest at rap
His fire bars even made me start to fap
That man is having trouble pissing
But he will give your mom a kissing,
Right directly
heart to walk in faith not by sight
So when the troubles coming hard
Lord I am not taking flight
Gotta be the man that you are calling me
I give You all
Lost, last care has been tossed
Struggling to find one to give you
The trouble is trust
Fades as we're older
Wish when somebody told me
That it must
[Treach (Method Man)]
And why'all thought it was over
(Nah nah it ain't over 'til the fat bitch sings my nigga)
We ready to Rock & Roll God damn
[Chorus:]
It's all good
It's alright
I'm gonna sit here with my baby all night
And let the troubles of this world
Roll on by us like they should
It's
was trouble
When there was trouble
When there was
If I blow, then my team blow too
If I grind, then I grind with you
Leaving a man behind is something
(Yeah, man) (ay, ay, ay)
Reach into my pocket, then I grab a couple crumbled hunnids
We look like some crumbled hunnids
Blunted out, then fuzz is
could be worse
ill make ur b skirt off
come n do tings
i aint got trouble shootin
u dont wanna see my machine turn on
dont sign on man i see work gone
have trouble in customs, shout out to my cousins
Who came up from nothing, they never with bluffin
I started from muffins, now racks by the dozen
You
can't die
I will shine on the lies
They can't hide when I write
If I say I'm ready I won't claim I'm steady
I do pray my every word is turned to daring
is looking down on all, being carried by the crisp pallbearers
Like, just ball, player
You ain't even gotta pull a trigger, you can still assist
Now I don't ask nobody to share my beliefs
Or be involved in my beefs
I'm a man, I can stand on my feet
So if you don't wanna be in 'em
All I ask is
Dem caan get wi out, dem caan get wi out, dem caan get wi out
Of this reggae music, no matter how dem try
Jah is standing by
He's standing by
Verse 1
trip
Make my own chips, I cop my own 6
I knock my own shit like I'm on my own dick
My days is short, need coke?
Raid the fort, don't knock by
trip
Make my own chips, I cop my own 6
I knock my own shit like I'm on my own dick
My days is short, need coke?
Raid the fort, don't knock by
to conviction forgotten yet again surrounded by misfits getting into mischief man got to be a better plan feeling all the friction hoping I can fix it but I don't
Wait a minute
Pussy nigga act tough and you know we gon slide on ya
We see the truth in ya fear we can tell by your eyes homie
What the fuck is free game
We were barrelling down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light
Was on our tail
He said you were doing 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go this
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