Chris Webby

Chris Webby - Trouble Maker lyrics

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Baby I'm a trouble maker

Tell ya baby I'm a trouble maker

La da da da da da da da



[Chorus:]

Baby I'm a trouble maker

That's just always how it's been, I'm a be one till the end

'Cause you know that I'm a trouble maker

And that's just how I do, I don't listen to the rules

'Cause you know that I'm a trouble maker

Not givin' one fuck with my middle fingers up

'Cause you know that I'm a trouble maker

And that's just how it is, that's just how it is



[Verse 1:]

Causin' trouble's in my DNA, part of me

Pardon me, rebellion runs deep in every artery

Hardly containable, aimin' like archery

With more screws loose than poor carpentry

My armor be, heavier than Lancelot

All I need's a gram of pot

And I will cause a ruckus that you couldn't even stand to watch (I'm a trouble maker)

'Cause I just have complete lack of discipline

Beat up any citizen who steps within an inch of him (yeah, yeah)

Me like Leif Ericson, steal, plunderin', pillagin' every village

I'm a villain like Cruella Deville and them (whoo)

On so much Ritalin, my mind's lost at see like Gilligan

Then step back to reality, pop another pill again

Wow, I'm just continually killin' them

'Cause I'm nothin' but trouble or any one of it's synonyms (Da da da da)

And yeah I know that I'm a cocky fuck

But I'll be wreaking havoc till they lock me up



[Chorus]



[Verse 2:]

You see it started at detention then it moved into suspension

Then expulsion and arrest with a possible jail sentence (yeah, yeah yeah)

But I flow hot, body tight, harder than a robot

Port to starboard, I'm a make the fuckin' boat rock (Da da da da)

I inhaled a whole crop since I started to smoke pot

Got my brain baked on the stove top ('Cause I'm a trouble maker)

I spit sick, I'm speakin' the flu

Helen Keller couldn't see me and neither can you

I'm a trouble maker, you don't gotta tell me I'm wild

I step in and every drug dog can smell me for miles (yeah)

I'm an intelligent child, deep down I'm not bad bro

But trouble's always followin' me, somethin' like a shadow

So I chose to rap yo, causin' a fiasco

Hotter than Tabasco or burning tobacco

Start learning the facts yo, I am on my hustle

Girls look me up and down and say I look like trouble



[Chorus]
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