Lyrics:
Written by Redd Stewart and Ernest Tubb
(As performed by George Jones)
When the postman delivered the letter
Well, it filled her old heart full
time, a little trouble, a better day
You bury your head in the things you said, that's fine
But the days go by and you know it's getting dark at nine
like George
But i aint in Boston
Wit my possy fulla so much drugs I can't Feel my body
I'm doing the dash about to show my ass
Nigga Ricky Bobby
You flex
rain
This kind of trouble no set like rain
So stay ready
I smell hell
When im fucking authority
I forever want my rebel to yell
Stay ready for the face
end
Gotta do chores
So I can face the consequences
For getting trouble keep My mouth steady
Till It hit's as bubble do the dishes
Then wishes to sweep
the spout, lads,
And so is everyone else.
Hurray, hurray, hurray!
Trouble is on the way.
There are bad times just around the corner,
There are dark
the spout, lads,
And so is everyone else.
Hurray, hurray, hurray!
Trouble is on the way.
There are bad times just around the corner,
There are dark
so much better than before
I've been so good since you stopped darkening my door
Heartache don't you break my heart no more
Trouble don't you come
long nights, long nights to get a payday (Huh?)
Finally got paid, now I need shade and a vacay
And niggas still hatin'
So much hate, I need a AK (AK)
didn't commit a crime
I know you see it man they killing us off one at a time
Tell me why, why we get so much hate
Shot dead then they go back and claim it
, I'd be right by your side
Lay your troubles on my shoulders
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest your love on me awhile
Lay your troubles
Gotta do what I gotta do
Yeah
Uh, all my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where, tuition is handled
By
don't know who to trust
Nowadays she say I'm doing too much, too much really still ain't enough
Pouring troubles, I can fill up a cup, got me feeling
cappuccino
Pussy rappers so high, high heels
I see things a little different, Tarantino
Mr mac, shit, something you have missed
Y'all are stunned by the double
at The World
Even after I see it I still can't believe it Naw
When I look at The World
So many issues and trouble plaguing my people
When I look at The World
of rhymes, they bribe like Lori Loughlin
They mouths is full of green like I'm in Boston
But I'm in ATL, I employ myself and I pay me well
Runnin' so much
peace, but I just can't take no more
So much killing in the world, terrorist victims by the score
So much trouble in the world babe, and I just can't
Maria
[Chorus]
Yeah Mami, I love you so much
For this pain, this love, you've been through so much,
And I thank you for everything you done for us
thinking rap
Niggas say I change, ask what I think of that
I say change for the better
I'm never thinking back
I should be a power forward
Shitting so much I
you I was trouble
You know that I'm no good
Yo, ayo I knew you was trouble when I first laid eyes on you
Temperature's so hot, the heat just rise
Trouble is the answer will be ha, ha, ha, ha
That Amy rather stay in love with me
Ever and ever, fascinated by her
Oh, I just love this song so much
I
having trouble breathing
I feel like Domengo, saying this shit with no meaning
I pay attention to the way my words rhyme
I don't think you guys are even
In the town lived a girl so fair
Her mother would not dare
To let her anywhere
She was a lonely girl
John and paul and ringo and george
Were
a cautionary tale
Word to George Orwell
So don't 1980 force
Any plugs into sockets
Always wear a chastity belt
And triple lock it
Then hire a taster
Make him
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