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      Trouble On My Mind Ft. Tyler The Creator

      Trouble On My Mind Ft. Tyler The Creator

      Pusha T

      Album: Fear Of God II

      Pusha T - Trouble On My Mind Ft. Tyler The Creator Música y Letra

      [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 bitchesout 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 niggas settle
      
      [Hook: Pusha T]
      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 dick
      When I envision my tip on the crust of bitch’s lips
      Mr. Lipschutz has been trippin’ since I mentioned Reptar’s
      Triceratops dinosaur dick
      I feel it in my gut to kill these muthaf-cks
      As a musk like the arm of my pits
      You niggas 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 bitches wet willies
      Soaked, getting’ jiggy with it and Bel-Air’s britches
      With a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit
      
      [Hook]
      
      [Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
      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 cocaine’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]

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