Trouble
I had trouble listening
I had trouble fittin in
Got me runnin up and down a track
Like I'm conditioning
Feel like I was born to win
Not to live my life in sin
Put the fire in my way
And I had no choice to get in
So I went and took a drive
It Took a while to ease my mind
But deep inside
I felt the lies
Wh-while they burn up in disguise
I didn't wanna live my life like this
I'm purely terrified by this
But one successful life decision
Could of made my life different
I started runnin gunnin
And I swear I didn't like this shit
They want me to rap bout the
Cars the jewelry like I got rich
But I don't want the money or the fame
Just want the fucking win
So if you feel like I should change
Will fuck you bitch don't talk to me
I always stay the same
Up in my lane
So play this game with me
And grab a fuckin seat
And watch it fall up
With my enemies
And everything that comes to mind
Is everything in memory
So if you not up with this shit
Then why the fuck you feelin me
I'm tryna in take it step by step
But really it be killin me
They put a dagger in my back
And walked away with infamy
It happened more than once
Guess you can call it a just a trilogy
Replay it back and forth
It's in my mind
Look at my watch
I lost my time
I lost my past
It's left behind
Its not the same
My vision blind
I swear to god
I'm not the guy
The type of dude
Who'd fuckin lie
I learned from them
I learned from I
The fucking king
Who wants to die
But stay alive
At the same time
It's you and I
I feel the vibe
Fuck the party shit
The molly shit
Psychedelic poppy shit
Ay my dude he fucked ya bitch
But really y'all were drunk shit
How it feel to be that lit
Buy a dub
And steal some liq
Stay all night
And get that shit
But wake up feeling like a bitch
I ain't really with that shit
Cuz my style don't fucking fit
Rather be alone
Than have a chance to Fucking end my shit
I ain't aiming at ya kids
I ain't aiming for ya bitch
Red dot on my fucking head
Pray to god I fucking miss
Rollin through the fucking mess
Loner shit we all depressed
Anxious, anger and I'm stressed
Thinking bout the more or less
Want one thing
To be the best
Confidence is over stepped
Keep the hustle
Fuck the rest
My life's a game
But raps a test
Walkin through the hall way
Lookin for a better way
Need to leave this city
Really quick before I fall away
Leaning back, a fade away
Haters sippin hatorade
Love me like you love the others
I'm the one who fails to stay
Yuh
I'm the only who fails to stay
I had trouble fittin in
Got me runnin up and down a track
Like I'm conditioning
Feel like I was born to win
Not to live my life in sin
Put the fire in my way
And I had no choice to get in
So I went and took a drive
It Took a while to ease my mind
But deep inside
I felt the lies
Wh-while they burn up in disguise
I didn't wanna live my life like this
I'm purely terrified by this
But one successful life decision
Could of made my life different
I started runnin gunnin
And I swear I didn't like this shit
They want me to rap bout the
Cars the jewelry like I got rich
But I don't want the money or the fame
Just want the fucking win
So if you feel like I should change
Will fuck you bitch don't talk to me
I always stay the same
Up in my lane
So play this game with me
And grab a fuckin seat
And watch it fall up
With my enemies
And everything that comes to mind
Is everything in memory
So if you not up with this shit
Then why the fuck you feelin me
I'm tryna in take it step by step
But really it be killin me
They put a dagger in my back
And walked away with infamy
It happened more than once
Guess you can call it a just a trilogy
Replay it back and forth
It's in my mind
Look at my watch
I lost my time
I lost my past
It's left behind
Its not the same
My vision blind
I swear to god
I'm not the guy
The type of dude
Who'd fuckin lie
I learned from them
I learned from I
The fucking king
Who wants to die
But stay alive
At the same time
It's you and I
I feel the vibe
Fuck the party shit
The molly shit
Psychedelic poppy shit
Ay my dude he fucked ya bitch
But really y'all were drunk shit
How it feel to be that lit
Buy a dub
And steal some liq
Stay all night
And get that shit
But wake up feeling like a bitch
I ain't really with that shit
Cuz my style don't fucking fit
Rather be alone
Than have a chance to Fucking end my shit
I ain't aiming at ya kids
I ain't aiming for ya bitch
Red dot on my fucking head
Pray to god I fucking miss
Rollin through the fucking mess
Loner shit we all depressed
Anxious, anger and I'm stressed
Thinking bout the more or less
Want one thing
To be the best
Confidence is over stepped
Keep the hustle
Fuck the rest
My life's a game
But raps a test
Walkin through the hall way
Lookin for a better way
Need to leave this city
Really quick before I fall away
Leaning back, a fade away
Haters sippin hatorade
Love me like you love the others
I'm the one who fails to stay
Yuh
I'm the only who fails to stay
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Writer(s): Husam Khweis
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