Lyrics:
Old rockin' chair's got me
(Old rocking chair got you, father)
Cane by my side
(Your cane by your side)
Fetch me that gin, son
(I ain't got no
bel air
I’m will smith in the living room
My life is movie I’m praying that
It ain’t ending soon
Niggas use to hate by saying I
Had the silver spoon
I’m
That's why his ass don't wanna be a player no more
My attitude while robbing J.D.? "Fuck you, pay me!"
Had Da Brat with 'em, should've had his gat with
been waiting on it
But now the wait is finally over
Shontelle
Trouble in my way
I have to cry sometimes
Mm, trouble
I have to cry sometimes
I
Had me yelling
Had me saying
Oh no
Got'em praying
Don't wanna feel it
No more
Had me yelling
Had me saying
Oh no
Got'em praying
Don't wanna feel it
No
a dream, that'll never come true
Hey, don't give me no trouble, or I'll call up my double
We'll play piggy-in-the-middle with you
You'll get mesmerized by
clouds hurtling through the sky
And it's no use whining
About a silver lining
For we know from experience that they won't roll by,
With a scowl
and sword and set us on our way,
It’s the smith that finds the art out of the flame.
A gate may be presented with its glitter and its gold,
But to walk
the levels and the rules of the game is
Then the world ain't no trick no more, the world is a game to be played
So now we lookin' at the world, from like,
to the rhyme
This time's line
Take heed, the creator of an alien breed
No more will my peoples bleed
Follow lesson one
Follow lesson two
Follow lesson
Whatever it is
Trouble is deep
I can see by your eyes
They're heavy to me
Talk to me baby
I am your shelter
You're safe from harm
Tornado, lightening,
home but, it feels like war.
Lord, deliver me, I can't take no more.
My dilemma, it got me scared.
Seems as though that no one cared.
seen trouble
All around my door
Go away and leave me old man trouble
I don't want your trouble any more
No, you can't stand up all by yourself
You can't
tank in the Escalade stretch
Wit da spinners on that bitch punk
That was 03 no Instagram
Street famous big bundles in
Rubber bands we hood legends
Fuck
bitch? You must be trippin
You must wanna see how this thirty-eight be spittin"
"Nah nah boo, it's my ex-boyfriend, he be buggin
He can't take it no more
These niggas tryna take me out
I need to pray cause if I don't…it's gone be trouble
I been know for kickin' it the cool way
These bitches on my toupee
No
I call this taking a breath
I'ma pray for tomorrow
Don't want no life with a regret
But I keep hugging the bottle
You keep on getting upset
I keep
struggle
Some scuffles
Ain't nothing came up from the bottom
I Was never looking for no trouble
When It came
I solved it
Spoiled brat
Made it back
Signed
eyes
And it touches me much more
Than I can say
You know I'd hate to think that someone
Could have hurt someone like you
And if I was him
I'd be right by
lives are took
I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. Bush
Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks
Dear Mr. President you had
in America
[Chorus]
(Chorus End): [4x]
I didn't cooome to start no trouble or hurt no one
I'm just heeere to get drunk, party, and have some fun
There is unrest in the forest
There is trouble with the trees
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas
The trouble
Old rockin' chair's got me
(Old rocking chair got you, father)
Cane by my side
(Your cane by your side)
Fetch me that gin, son
(I ain't got no
about
We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget
We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin' hot)
Well it's like smack
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