Lyrics:
of the light
And just by listening you've made a decision
'Cause the voice you hear is gonna' win the fight
Are you living in an old man's rubble
Are you
so poorly
What have I gone and done
Makes me troubles double with his worries
When surely I ain't deserving of none
Moanin' low
My sweet man is
You know what the fuck it is, nigga
You know, life before fame, you know
Youngboy, you know, we winnin', yeah
NBA Beanie signing in nigga
You already
so poorly
What have I gone and done
Makes me troubles double with his worries
When surely I ain't deserving of none
Moanin' low
My sweet man is
a ride
So if you see them daisies walkin' 'round
Son, you best just pass 'em by
And if you see a wallet on the ground
Bet your ass, that shit is mine
poorly
What have I gone and done
Makes my trouble double
With these worries when surely
I ain't deservin' it none
Moanin' low
My sweet man is gonna
wish to be a man?
Do you wish to be a man?
Oh, do you wish to be a man?
Well the misery is yours,
If you hide behind that door,
If you hide behind
being deceived.
Are you living in an old man's rubble,
Are you listening to the father of lies?
If you are then you're headed for trouble;
If you
liquor
Can't find the killer, damn and it hurt man
Whoadie on a t-shirt, they dropped him in the dirt man
And the sister, she was trippin' man
Askin'
the opposition, Reese is the father
Complete the objective, finding Sarah Connor
Defeated by my own kind on the grind tackled
Frequent flyer miles required for time
Pity a man for he don't know
The trouble he'll pass goin' down life's road
When a man is one and twenty he thinks he knows it all
He can't see
when your luck runs out,
Your fair weather friends will run out too.
You're a very lucky man, Lord
If there is just one who'll stand by you.
shall be your bride
Wrap your troubles in dreams
Send them all away
Put them in a bottle
And across the seas they'll stay
Purple is to yellow
so poorly
What have I gone and done
Makes me troubles double with his worries
When surely I ain't deserving of none
Moanin' low
My sweet man is
When a man must walk the Devil's road, oh
Churning up the earth below
He is bound to brothers built by nations
With no pride to call his own
I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin' trouble
we're together
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ohh
There's a smile on my face
That Old Man Trouble can't erase
That's the way it is when we're together
got is mine
Whatever you say, Lord
Well, that's what I'm gonna do
Whatever you say
Well, that's what I'm gonna do
'Cause I'm the working man
jackin' off by your mom
Suspended from school for settin' off the alarm
Kim Jong keep screamin' he gon' drop the bomb
But anyway, every day is the same
What have I gone and done
Makes my trouble double
With these worries when surely
I ain't deservin' it none
Moanin' low
My sweet man is gonna go
got is mine
Whatever you say, Lord
Well, that's what I'm gonna do
Whatever you say
Well, that's what I'm gonna do
'Cause I'm the working man
trouble is there's no way of knowin'
Whether he's comin' or, or goin'
Mister Five by Five
He's slightly plump on his butter side
He don't shake it no
that Frank's channeling
The Ku Klux Klan see me and my managers
But thank me when they ask where the Five Panels is (fuck)
Man, I suck now, I ain't
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)
[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
Discuss these trouble is a man by chris connor Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In