Trouble
Seems like everywhere I go
Trouble seems to be the show
People always wanna know
About the places one should never go
All these haters take the dope that society
Seems to make into sobriety
This has got to be a trick
Half you people are some pricks
A second is what it takes
For someone to hate your face
No matter what race
Hate will always keep its pace
Even still I'm trying to get a mill
Like will on the fresh prince
I flicked my finger
And you just winced
Maybe I need a rinse
Never mind I'm just kidding
I just need another minute
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