Trouble
Lyrics
chorus
So you want to make trouble don't make me laugh
you coming like a creepy crawly crawling through the grass
in a any competition you bound fe come last
i wouldnt even ask a fool like you to kiss my ass
Stupid little rass stop living in theist
theres nothing you can change
so its the future you fe grasp
your mummy wan cry
your daddy wants to laugh
both your uncle and your aunty wonder how you turn so soft
you get in trouble with police
its then you turn grass
you sell the chain you get fe christmas
tell your mummy say it lost
true you short in intelligence that mean you always shout pass
Stupid little rass stop living in the pass
Chorus
I remains about the past its then i start to laugh
smoking ciggies squeezing titties with the girls in a me class
all the teachers used to tell that it wasn't going to last
they'd say your going to go to prison
butane had the last laugh
intellectual conversation is a blessing that i have
understanding through experience yes I've had to learn fast
artificial conversation always talking through your mask
you stupid little rass stop living in the past
chorus
Writer(s): STEVEN JOHN ANDERSON, ALISON THERESE LIMERICK, STEPHEN JOHN ANDERSON
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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