Troublesome times are near
Filling its' hearts with fear
Troublesome times are near
Filling its' hearts with fear
Troublesome
Center stage like a Show and Tell
Quasi mode I ring bells
Yeah they know me well
Bigger than life but really I'm a lonely whale
I cant love so that's probably why my shoulder's stale
My problem started when I told the Devil "No for sale"
I closed the well and I told his ass
"Go to Hell"
All of a sudden everybody in my city mad
Niggas hating, I'm just tryin' bring a millie back
It's still the dude back-flippin on a pissy mattress
I just let it be known that I ain't kissing asses
A product of the hood and you can get an address
That attitude prolly gets me into that shit
But dont confuse me with the other one
He livin' good, I'm living
Troublesome times are near
Filling its' hearts with fear
Troublesome times are near
Filling its' hearts with fear
Troublesome
En route to become to master
More trouble than filling out a captcha
Tussle with trouble the gravity will grab ya
You're falling faster
Trouble spins on an axis
I was laughing with excessive madness
As I stood with the last of Jurrasics (Uh)
And now I stand with the plastics
Turned outstanding to outlasting
Yeah, troubles always on my ass
It's a close start for the most part
Then its practice
I always end up walking backwards
You dont know good til you know badness
You dont know the hood til you know Gladys
You don't know how good you have it till you've had it
Troublesome times are near
Filling its' hearts with fear
Troublesome times are near
Filling its' hearts with fear
Troublesome are here
Filling its' hearts with fear
Freedom we all hold dear
Now is at stake
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Troublesome times are near
Filling its' hearts with fear
Troublesome times are near
Filling its' hearts with fear
Troublesome
Center stage like a Show and Tell
Quasi mode I ring bells
Yeah they know me well
Bigger than life but really I'm a lonely whale
I cant love so that's probably why my shoulder's stale
My problem started when I told the Devil "No for sale"
I closed the well and I told his ass
"Go to Hell"
All of a sudden everybody in my city mad
Niggas hating, I'm just tryin' bring a millie back
It's still the dude back-flippin on a pissy mattress
I just let it be known that I ain't kissing asses
A product of the hood and you can get an address
That attitude prolly gets me into that shit
But dont confuse me with the other one
He livin' good, I'm living
Troublesome times are near
Filling its' hearts with fear
Troublesome times are near
Filling its' hearts with fear
Troublesome
En route to become to master
More trouble than filling out a captcha
Tussle with trouble the gravity will grab ya
You're falling faster
Trouble spins on an axis
I was laughing with excessive madness
As I stood with the last of Jurrasics (Uh)
And now I stand with the plastics
Turned outstanding to outlasting
Yeah, troubles always on my ass
It's a close start for the most part
Then its practice
I always end up walking backwards
You dont know good til you know badness
You dont know the hood til you know Gladys
You don't know how good you have it till you've had it
Troublesome times are near
Filling its' hearts with fear
Troublesome times are near
Filling its' hearts with fear
Troublesome are here
Filling its' hearts with fear
Freedom we all hold dear
Now is at stake
Filling its' hearts with fear
Troublesome times are near
Filling its' hearts with fear
Troublesome
Center stage like a Show and Tell
Quasi mode I ring bells
Yeah they know me well
Bigger than life but really I'm a lonely whale
I cant love so that's probably why my shoulder's stale
My problem started when I told the Devil "No for sale"
I closed the well and I told his ass
"Go to Hell"
All of a sudden everybody in my city mad
Niggas hating, I'm just tryin' bring a millie back
It's still the dude back-flippin on a pissy mattress
I just let it be known that I ain't kissing asses
A product of the hood and you can get an address
That attitude prolly gets me into that shit
But dont confuse me with the other one
He livin' good, I'm living
Troublesome times are near
Filling its' hearts with fear
Troublesome times are near
Filling its' hearts with fear
Troublesome
En route to become to master
More trouble than filling out a captcha
Tussle with trouble the gravity will grab ya
You're falling faster
Trouble spins on an axis
I was laughing with excessive madness
As I stood with the last of Jurrasics (Uh)
And now I stand with the plastics
Turned outstanding to outlasting
Yeah, troubles always on my ass
It's a close start for the most part
Then its practice
I always end up walking backwards
You dont know good til you know badness
You dont know the hood til you know Gladys
You don't know how good you have it till you've had it
Troublesome times are near
Filling its' hearts with fear
Troublesome times are near
Filling its' hearts with fear
Troublesome are here
Filling its' hearts with fear
Freedom we all hold dear
Now is at stake
Writer: Daniel Jordan
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave