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
Copyright © Allan Terry | Year Posted 2019
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