Complete – The Trouble
Genre Rap

LYRIC
The Trouble

Verse 1

Some say that I'm looking for trouble
Ha, to prove a point I guess I shouldn't rebuttal
But is it wrong that I'd rather fuck a hooker than cuddle?
& that I'd rather be alone than ever stood in a huddle?
A drunk fool, I was put in a struggle
Where I took what I loved & I shook it to rubble
Does it make me different by dipping my foot in the puddle?
& is to be myself really ever good when it's subtle?
[Well fuck you], I've been chasing this one dream
Saving the unseen faces of some teens
Raising a drug fiend's faith to become clean
Waiting for grumpy haters to gun me, down
But lately it just seems lazy as fuck geeks stay at their dumb screen savers & punch keys
Saying I'm ugly, later these cunts be staining their undies, brown
& it's hard to react calm & to act smart when I'd rather attack
March to their backyards as I'm armed with a bat
Carve em crap casket & pass it a plaque, ha
But I can't cause of brats starting this trash start it, but are just in fact harmless
But chat garbage while charging their Macs
Still a target is marked on my back & I'm thinking

Chorus

Why does the trouble find me?
The very second that I leave my bubble
Look at all the trouble I've seen
You wouldn't ever wanna be my double
Take a look at the puddles I bleed
& you wonder why I seem quite puzzled
But if these pipe dreams I juggle with the streets might cease my struggle then
Why does the trouble find me? [Me, Me, Me
The very second that I leave my bubble
Look at all the trouble I've seen
You wouldn't ever wanna be my double
Take a look at the puddles I bleed
& you wonder why I seem quite puzzled
But if these pipe dreams I juggle with the streets might cease my struggle then
Why does the trouble find me?

Verse 2

Uh, so am I destined to fall?
I take a look at my life & I question it all
I'm expecting a small gesture like a text or a call
But then my friends block me out like a Mexican wall
Depressed in a ball, maybe I'm just sick in the head
Maybe my paranoia is beginning to spread
I sit & reflect, picking at my biggest regrets
& never leave em, I'm just greet em with some liquor instead
I'm fucked up
It's like Murphy's Law has cursed me or prefers me to search for more
But first I pour the Turps that I'm thirsty for
This is Perth City, this ain't fucking Jersey Shore
[A good guy] who deserves a form of mercy or some perks he can work towards
Instead I'm in a hotel with a dirty whore & I'm tempted to just jump from the thirteenth floor
Like goodbye, cause it's hard to relax after the black darkness of karma's attached
Parked with a smashed glass & carton of Jacks
Lager attracts dramas it's part of it's trap, ha
It's like my heart has perhaps jarred & collapsed, scarred from the arguments had
Armour is cracked fast & I'm starving for scraps
But a target is marked on my back & I'm thinking

Chorus

Why does the trouble find me?
The very second that I leave my bubble
Look at all the trouble I've seen
You wouldn't ever wanna be my double
Take a look at the puddles I bleed
& you wonder why I seem quite puzzled
But if these pipe dreams I juggle with the streets might cease my struggle then
Why does the trouble find me? [Me, Me, Me
The very second that I leave my bubble
Look at all the trouble I've seen
You wouldn't ever wanna be my double
Take a look at the puddles I bleed
& you wonder why I seem quite puzzled
But if these pipe dreams I juggle with the streets might cease my struggle then
Why does the trouble find me?

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