Lyrics:
The love is so real but the stress is so useless...
Stress is so useless...
I'd give you roses for troubles...
I'd give you roses for troubles...
Give you
your neighbors respect you
Trouble neglect you
Angels protect you
And heaven accept you
R.I.P Chris, Love you
[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
Never trouble trouble till trouble troubles you
c wise man said it and I do believe it's true
Me I'm just a guy who's dogged by catastrophe
Now I'm
Holy man selassie I Jah
Rastafari
Dis ah di original Monster Tea
King DC on the beat
Hooo trouble, Trouble I've overcome
I've learned to dance with
The trouble is he's crazy
Sound Sound Bombing Bombing cipha Sounds
Cipha Sounds Cipha Sounds is
Scratching the hit
The trouble is he's crazy
The trouble is he's
as he violate get left on straight lean
But I ain't here for the trouble I'm here to take cream
I'm like blue and yellow all I do is make green
I'll set
can't kill someone, my people
Look outside, they still can't
This is it, villagers
It's says, don't let your legs be shaken by fear
Aslong as it's yours,
the family
Say We a couple we fuck single handedly
Sex on a yatch that shit is a fantasy
I'm everything she want her man to be
Don't be mad cause yo bitch
irrelevant
I'm like the dope in your tracks until your high is settled in
You leanin' to the left, the laughter's the best medicine
But the troubles you
more times than Sinead O'Connor
Huh huh, cool, like Butthead and Beavis
Truer than the Mack but I'm downer than he is
And that police chief named
there ain't folding me
And if you discredit my talent
Man why you trolling me
In my best
Chris tucker impression
Asking yall you want
I'm I over dedicated
trouble now (in trouble now) (hahahaha)
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh (Banks)
Can't nobody save you now (save you now)
Man, what up with all these pussy ass
God’s monstrosity, it’s time you take heed
Yo Selah is crazy, Yo C.H.R.I.S. is pretty dope too but today
I'm lyricist of the year, year, yeah
Oh yeah one
When the town is fast asleep, Mister Trouble makes his round.
When the town is fast asleep, Mister Trouble makes his round.
Then every time he knocks
roll in one by one,
Poor little Janie's on the run
Brought into a world of hurt
Little Janie is on the run
TRACK WRITTEN BY: TOM QUICK
ALEX BITTLES
you brother
A tinted hearse is what most men leave in
Followed by a limo full of family and close friends greaving
When you pull the marijuana
I'ma
brother
a tinted hearse is what most men leave in
followed by a limo full of family and close friends greavin
when you pull the marijuana
ima want
As Far As Love Goes
Music and Lyrics: Chet Lam
Arranged and produced by Chris Connors
New York is a dream
Shanghai is a hope
London is my playground
in trouble/
Ugh every other day it's another shopping spree trouble/
Yea in the airs all this weed in my cups all this lean yea man im in trouble yeah
I need that shit on the double I swear these niggas in trouble
I need my chips on the double I swear these niggas in trouble
I need that shit
and storms
Did you reach out to God
And allow his grace to be enough
Did you burn out
How is that possible
Chris where do you see that see that in the gospels
Yo Lionel, I went by the bar man, guess they told me outta jail?
Who dat?
They said Mr. Trouble's outta jail!
Mr. Trouble dem outta jail?
They
there is
Now picture me, 11 years old getting jumped by 7 kids that were taught that black was the enemy
While my teacher stayed steady, watching like
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