Trouble ft. Luc Allen Lyrics

Playing Bob till it die out

On the couch pass around until we pass out

Hope are kind never dies out

I'm stacking joint on top of joints

Like every day

Tippy-toeing after eight

Family's worried about me

Little did they know my drunk ass 'bout to crash the dinner party

No one can fuck with me if I got fuel to get my day started

Soon enough I be feeling big in my small apartment

Yeah, Trouble, trouble, trouble yeah

Get me in some of that, my life's more boring than a lab trial rat's

Wait

Humble, humble, humble brat

Stay at home and do nothing bad

Crumbs falling in my rolled paper wrap

Trouble, trouble, trouble yeah

Get me in some of that, my life's more boring than a lab trial rat's

Soon, everybody gonna call me a sociopath

When they hear what I think about the aftermath

And what I did wasn't all that bad

In the moment

I was searching

For shining headlights

Until they showed up

Looked through their soul

They saw my glow up

Yeah I'm high again

Down the towns streets with loneliness

All your words their meaningless

Hate this fake hype shit

Acting like they know what's up and there's a crisis

Rabenau's finest, please address me with your highness

Again it go in my chest

Yeah, Trouble, trouble, trouble yeah

Get me in some of that, my life's more boring than a lab trial rat's

Wait

Humble, humble, humble brat

Stay at home and do nothing bad

Crumbs falling in my rolled paper wrap

Trouble, trouble, trouble yeah

Get me in some of that, my life's more boring than a lab trial rat's