Songtext von Trouble (feat. Aloe Blacc)

I'm gonna get in my car But wherever I go Seems like trouble will find me And I don't want trouble to find me I admit I play hide and seek with the violence String theories together just like a violin Red roses, blue violets The top pick in the cockpit That's fly shit Like defecating on a private plane, it's simple G4 with it, women with me In the present, here's a test If you tour the future then the past represents death Life, will it take me under? I don't know The good die young and the ugly get dough I feel this prickly feeling on the back of my neck The reaper tippy toe behind me everywhere that I go That's why I ride slow, I used to be in a rush Fast life, slow motion These days, I'm so focused And as soon as the chauffeur hold this door open I'ma I'm gonna get in my car, I'm gonna drive real fast But wherever I go Seems like trouble will find me And I don't want trouble to find me No more, no more, no more I don't want trouble to find me no more Said I don't want trouble to find me no more I don't want trouble to find me no more No more, no more, no more, no more