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The Troublist the Trubblalyst

talking bout stuff I don't know about You wanna be the only one who knows whats going on I don't know nothing bout being married don't know knowing bout being loved affa' all you the won who caused this dissatisfaction you the one who caused this distian I refuse to realm out in dismeaning I refuse to learn the rules of yo game I ain't got no Kids! I ain't got no wife I ain't never been in love Don't know what that is You done made so I'll never know what love is! Causing this confusion standing round like your concerned troublemaking like a woman everyday it's a lesson learned I ain't never been able to prove it was you did such and such Somebody you told it to will help me out on luck One day yo' wicked weary soul will take a turn to confess making light of loving you will confess if the only one is loving is you people know somethings wrong regulating who gets who ya'll know that is wrong

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