CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : The Trouble
Some say that I'm looking for trouble
Ha, to prove a point I guess I shouldn't rebuttal
But is it wrong that I'd rather f**k a hooker than cuddle?
& that I'd rather be alone than ever stood in a huddle?
A drunk fool, I was put in a struggle
Where I took what I loved & I shook it to rubble
Does it make me different by dipping my foot in the puddle?
& is to be myself really ever good when it's subtle?
(Well f**k you), I've been chasing this one dream
Saving the unseen faces of some teens
Raising a drug fiend's faith to become clean
Waiting for grumpy haters to gun me, down
But lately it just seems lazy as f**k geeks stay at their dumb screen savers & punch keys
Saying I'm ugly, later these c**ts be staining their undies, brown
& it's hard to react calm & to act smart when I'd rather attack
March to their backyards as I'm armed with a bat
Carve em crap casket & pass it a plaque, ha
But I can't cause of brats starting this trash start it, but are just in fact harmless
But chat garbage while charging their Macs
Still a target is marked on my back & I'm thinking
Why does the trouble find me?
The very second that I leave my bubble
Look at all the trouble I've seen
You wouldn't ever wanna be my double
Take a look at the puddles I bleed
& you wonder why I seem quite puzzled
But if these pipe dreams I juggle with the streets might cease my struggle then
Why does the trouble find me? (Me, Me, Me)
The very second that I leave my bubble
Look at all the trouble I've seen
You wouldn't ever wanna be my double
Take a look at the puddles I bleed
& you wonder why I seem quite puzzled
But if these pipe dreams I juggle with the streets might cease my struggle then
Why does the trouble find me?
Ha, to prove a point I guess I shouldn't rebuttal
But is it wrong that I'd rather f**k a hooker than cuddle?
& that I'd rather be alone than ever stood in a huddle?
A drunk fool, I was put in a struggle
Where I took what I loved & I shook it to rubble
Does it make me different by dipping my foot in the puddle?
& is to be myself really ever good when it's subtle?
(Well f**k you), I've been chasing this one dream
Saving the unseen faces of some teens
Raising a drug fiend's faith to become clean
Waiting for grumpy haters to gun me, down
But lately it just seems lazy as f**k geeks stay at their dumb screen savers & punch keys
Saying I'm ugly, later these c**ts be staining their undies, brown
& it's hard to react calm & to act smart when I'd rather attack
March to their backyards as I'm armed with a bat
Carve em crap casket & pass it a plaque, ha
But I can't cause of brats starting this trash start it, but are just in fact harmless
But chat garbage while charging their Macs
Still a target is marked on my back & I'm thinking
Why does the trouble find me?
The very second that I leave my bubble
Look at all the trouble I've seen
You wouldn't ever wanna be my double
Take a look at the puddles I bleed
& you wonder why I seem quite puzzled
But if these pipe dreams I juggle with the streets might cease my struggle then
Why does the trouble find me? (Me, Me, Me)
The very second that I leave my bubble
Look at all the trouble I've seen
You wouldn't ever wanna be my double
Take a look at the puddles I bleed
& you wonder why I seem quite puzzled
But if these pipe dreams I juggle with the streets might cease my struggle then
Why does the trouble find me?
