Trouble On My Mind歌词

Verse 1: Pusha T
It's the blackout, 'rari got the back out
Showing my black ass, engine in the glass house
Started in the crack house, Obama went the back route
Kill bin Laden, never throw up in the black house
Still got the Macs out, pull the mask down like a mascot
Still trick with ********** with money or with ass shots
G.O.O.D had room for one more, I took the last spot
Re-up gang Ye done hit the jackpot
Whole 'nother level, then you add fame
That's a whole 'nother devil, legit drug dealer
That's a whole 'nother bezel, the carbon Audemar
That's a whole 'nother metal, but still keep it ghetto
Behind the scenes, pull strings like Gepetto
The gun blow steam, whistle like a tea kettle
Runnin' like the rebels
UNLV Sport shoe on a pedal, I let you ****** settle

Hook: Pusha T
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind

Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind

Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator
Pharrell said get 'em, so I got 'em
Tripped on Bristol Palin then I accidentally shot 'em
Then it ricocheted and killed the game
I'm a problem cause I wanna f-ck the world but not a fan of using condoms
Pardon my french, I'm going hard as my ****
When I envision my tip on the crust of *****'s lips
Mr. Lipschutz has been trippin' since I mentioned Reptar's
Triceratops dinosaur ****
I feel it in my gut to kill these muthaf-cks
As a musk like the arm of my pits
You ****** coming shorter than a Bush Wick Bill costume
On sale during Christmas in Philly
Uhm, well, not really, it's gettin' kinda chilly
Let's hit a couple bars and give some ******* wet willies
Soaked, getting' jiggy with it and Bel-Air's britches
With a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit

Hook: Pusha T
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind

Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind

Verse 3: Tyler, The Creater
I'm a f-cking walking paradox
And a really shitty rapper in my favorite pair of socks ironed pair of dockers
Two Glocks cocked screamin' west side!
With the speakers blastin' a pair of pacs
Yonkers 10 milli, you're silly
Thinkin' that this 'Preme wasn't free willy
The feeling is neutral, the gang is youthful
And f-ckin' tighter than Chad Hugo's pupils
It's Wolf Gang and the

Pusha T:
With the re-up's a helluva buzz
Rick James said *******'s a helluva drug
Who else could put the hipsters with felons and thugs
And paint a perfect picture of what sellin' it does?
This is for the critics, who doubted the chemistry
Two different words, same symmetry
And this black art, see the wizardry
When you at the top of your game, you make enemies
You'll never finish me

Hook: Pusha T
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind

Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind