Trouble

I know they taunt you
Like all in your dreams and all in your head
You know its a problem
But wait for the wave and lay in your bed
Cuz Sundays are brand new
So roll one and sip on some coffee instead
When they're thinking of you
Just think to yourself one day they'll be dead

Sick boy, bitch boy
Don't twist boy, and miss boy
Like me

You'll be trouble to her
Something like me
You'll be putting on a fuss
Trouble to us

Wish I was wasted I'd put yellow diamonds in the sky
I'm on that new wave I sip chamomile and scream we live
He bought a new Rolex undone with diamonds on the side

And then she looked at me clouded judgement glassful eyes
Conforming memories like what I'd see before I die
Future and history, and all the things you try to hide

She was alone when I met her
So I fucked her like I knew her
And now she's screaming its a free world
(What a woman, God)
Her reputation won't precede her
Like me

You'll be trouble to her
Something like me
You'll be putting on a fuss
Trouble to us

(When I rise up
Flex on these hoes bitch I do what I want
Cut through them follies put an end to your luck
Wave em all around make em drown when they look
Fuck when they said love ain't shit but a number
Cut through they're skin then I hide under cover
Lay em in the dirt leave em six feet under
Do that all in cycles like an endless summer)

She said she found a new
She said she's going to the army
I said bitch they don't want you
She kissed my hand for good luck

She said she found a new
(Like me)
She said she's going to the army
(You'll be trouble to her)
I said bitch they don't want you
(Something like me)
She kissed my hand for good luck
(You'll be putting on a fuss)
Trouble to us

(Trouble to us)
She said she found a new
(Trouble to us)
She said she's going to the army
(Trouble to us)
I said bitch they don't want you
She kissed my hand for good luck

Like me
You'll be trouble to her
Like me
You'll be putting on a fuss
Trouble to us



Credits
Writer(s): Lamara White
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