TROUBLE

You want a shot of speed?
Make mine a double
You want a shot at me?
I’ll make you rubble

With all the spite and venom and the misery I bleed
You think there’s any part of you that can even fuck with me?

My name is trouble
My name is trouble
I am the Devil
My name is trouble

You take a piece of me
Cut it up
Put it in a grinder
And snort it up

But no amount of lines of me can ever make you see
There’ll never be a part of you that’s as pure and potent as me

My name is trouble
My name is trouble
I am the Devil
My name is trouble

I will always be coming for you
There is nothing you can ever do

My name is trouble
My name is trouble
I am the Devil
My name is trouble
My name is trouble

Written by James Louis Weber III, © Copyright 2020 Pretty People Music LLC.