Pusha T - Trouble On My Mind Lyrics
[Verse 1: Pusha T]It's the blackout, 'rari got the back outShowing my black ass, engine in the glass houseStarted in the crack house, Obama went the back routeKill bin Laden, never throw up in the black houseStill got the Macs out, pull the mask down like a mascotStill trick with *****esout with money or with ass shotsG.O.O.D had room for one more, I took the last spotRe-up gang? done hit the jackpotWhole 'nother level, then you add fameThat's a whole 'nother devil, legit drug dealerThat's a whole 'nother bezel, the carbon AudemarThat's a whole 'nother metal, but still keep it ghettoBehind the scenes, pull strings like GepettoThe gun blow steam, whistle like a tea kettleRunnin' like the rebelsYou and LV Sport shoe on a pedal, I let you niggas settle[Hook: Pusha T]Trouble on my mindI got trouble on my mindTrouble on my mindSo much trouble on my mind[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]Pharrell said "get 'em", so I got 'emTripped on Bristol Palin then I accidentally shot 'emThen it ricocheted and killed the gameI'm a problem cause I wanna f-ck the world but not a fan of using condomsPardon my french, I'm going hard as my dickWhen I envision my tip on the crust of *****'s lipsMr. Lipschutz has been trippin' since I mentioned Reptar'sTriceratops dinosaur dickI feel it in my gut to kill these muthaf-cksAs a musk like the arm of my pitsYou niggas coming shorter than a Bush Wick Bill costumeOn sale during Christmas in PhillyUhm, well, not really, it's gettin' kinda chillyLet's hit a couple bars and give some *****es wet williesSoaked, getting' jiggy with it and Bel-Air's britchesWith a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit[Hook][Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]I'm a f-cking walking paradoxAnd a really shitty rapper in my favorite pair of socks ironed pair of dockersTwo Glocks *****ed screamin' west side! With the speakers blastin' two potsYonkers 10 milli, you're sillyThinkin' that this 'Preme wasn't free willyThe feeling is neutral, the gang is youthfulAnd f-ckin' tighter than Chad Hugo's pupilsIt's Wolf Gang and the[Pusha T]With the re-up's a helluva buzzRick James said cocaine's a helluva drugWho else could put the hipsters with felons and thugsAnd paint a perfect picture of what sellin' it does?This is for the critics, who doubted the chemistryTwo different words, same symmetryAnd this black art, see the wizardryWhen you at the top of your game, you make enemiesYou'll never finish me[Hook]
