| I’m gonna get in my car
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| But wherever I go
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| Seems like trouble will find me
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| And I don’t want trouble to find me
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| I admit I play hide and seek with the violence
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| String theories together just like a violin
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| Red roses, blue violets
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| The top pick in the cockpit
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| That’s fly shit
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| Like defecating on a private plane, it’s simple
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| G4 with it, women with me
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| In the present, here’s a test
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| If you tour the future then the past represents death
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| Life, will it take me under? |
| I don’t know
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| The good die young and the ugly get dough
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| I feel this prickly feeling on the back of my neck
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| The reaper tippy toe behind me everywhere that I go
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| That’s why I ride slow, I used to be in a rush
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| Fast life, slow motion
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| These days, I’m so focused
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| And as soon as the chauffeur hold this door open I’ma
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| Here’s a tiny tip
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| There’s no escapin' the trouble that come with this grand hustle
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| You willin' to give everything for the glistenin' wrists
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| Findin' the right fabric to keep your family knit
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| Vanity slave, runnin' red lights, smokin' weed, they in love with you
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| When you’re untouchable, sonny
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| You was born to fuckin' die, 'til then get money
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| The belly of the beast ain’t no tummy, you mistaken
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| Track record longer than a train station
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| You just record tracks, what a waste of wax
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| Name an individual exempt
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| From a candlelight vigil and bring me his head
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| Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen
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| Optimistic but they say I need an ophthalmologist
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| Now they just look at me like they owe me apologies
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| So many red eyes I might need Visine
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| Audio pilot, that’s why I’m so high up
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| The trouble still finds us like a citation, that’s why I’m hatin'
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| The waitin' and silent conversation with God like
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| Why the Hell is Heaven so far?
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| Don’t need a stairway, I need a rocketship to blast off
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| So what? |
| No buts, I work my ass off
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| And all my champions comply
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| It’s do or die when I ride, Tracy Chapman didn’t die, nah
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| I’m gonna get in my car, I’m gonna drive real fast
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| But wherever I go
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| Seems like trouble will find me
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| And I don’t want trouble to find me
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| No more, no more, no more
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| I don’t want trouble to find me no more
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| Said I don’t want trouble to find me no more
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| I don’t want trouble to find me no more
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| No more, no more, no more, no more |