| The vagrant came upon a plot, shop set it down
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| Found vacant, he gon' make it into something better now
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| Barn hand, conversant in farm land, planted seven rows
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| Will it ever grow? |
| Heaven only knows, though he’s
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| Hopeful, never boastful about the ethic
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| Set it deep into the earth, work and serve, all the rest let it
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| Come or not, hot summer sun, son bumper crop
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| Over night, or so some thought (now they’re talkin' that)
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| What you really did to get this windfall, spendin' all year estranged?
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| Better not be mystical, typically the criminals here they hang
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| Ain’t nobody ever seen you cultivate, rake or till, ya dig?
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| Take a lot to win a pot, wanna pay the rate? |
| The stakes raised, you bid?
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| In or out, what the men around here bout, finna count a pound of cheese
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| Double down, you intend to win the prize, otherwise bounce and leave
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| We don’t care where you came from, since day one seen the game constructed
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| We gon' watch it all fall, frauds claim to save it in the name of love? |
| Nuh uh
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| Bubble, fizz what the trouble is?
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| This is hustle biz what the trouble is?
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| A couple kids what the trouble is?
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| Muzzle ripped, tell em what the trouble is, come on now
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| Trouble is love don’t want you, boy, see the
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| Trouble is love don’t want you, baby, see the
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| Trouble is love don’t want you, no, see the
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| Trouble is love don’t want you here
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| Not one to gamble, lit the Camel, took a long drag
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| Sat back and blew, inside he knew these folks had gone mad
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| Through the smoke proposed a wager: tails, you can take my fields
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| Heads, you accept my station; |
| they deliberated, deal!
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| Coin turned for what seemed like eternity, slow breath
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| Some folks wept and fretted while the peasant never broke a sweat
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| Confident he had em in the talisman’s descent
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| By the time they shouted TAILS, he done packed his bags and went
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| Best never try to test the vets, you wanna settle? |
| Better pay your dues
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| To the boss you done lost your crops, in one toss I’ll take your food
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| Better be gone, set about and keep on a boulevard towards the boat
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| Ever come back get about a ton of that d-CON down your throat
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| In the meantime we find these fine fruits do quench a thirst
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| And for pay we may persuade and convince some of these men to work
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| In the end we sup and supplement the income caught in the trap
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| We must be blessed, best of all that farmer’s gone, thank God for that
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| Double-dipped what the trouble is?
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| That’s hustle biz what the trouble is?
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| A couple kids what the trouble is?
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| Knuckle, fist, tell em what the trouble is, come on now
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| Trouble is love don’t want you, boy, see the
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| Trouble is love don’t want you, baby, see the
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| Trouble is love don’t want you, no, see the
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| Trouble is love don’t want you here |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trouble Is , by - Common Market. Song from the album Tobacco Road, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп