These the secrets of heaven
I'm praying off this depression
Ain't seeing shit but deception
I'm missing all of my lessons
I'm talkin way too much
I confess to little
You just way too brittle
You complain I ain't gentle but bitch I finally found my tempo
Let me
Slow it down
This feels way too simple
Yo complexion don't feel my struggle
And baby you tried to muzzle
Every thought and equation
With stories of daily struggle
See
I can't be the one to tell you you'll be fine
I'm glad you cut me off for good this time
It's better you than me and
It good for you to see that
It's good for you to know your
Trouble
Girls like you and boys like me
We're trouble
We're Bad for heart and soul
We just
Trouble
I don't want no mo of your
Trouble
See I don't need no more of your
Trouble
You tried to tell me I need to grow up
But bitch I ain't the one that got kid
You tried to tell me I need to grow up
But bitch I ain't the one that did a bid
God forbid
Your passion tested
I tried to warn you exactly where your drinking was headed
But nobody knows shit
Lifestyle is close knit
I ain't judging yo fit
But baby you ain't shit
Trouble
Girls like you and boys like me
We're trouble
We're Bad for heart and soul
We just
Trouble
I don't want no mo of your
Trouble
See I don't need no more of your
Trouble
I lost all my feelings by breakfast
My mouth don't allow no confessions
I can't lie a nigga gotta preference
Dumb fine hoes gone teach you a lesson
Stressing
Bout where she goin what she doing
I took a year to get my life out of ruins
My heart done died young
My soul supplies rum for deep wounds
And cuccoons around lies spun
I heard everythang you said bout me
Cheated on a nigga
Then you lied on me
Best of luck to you shawty
Keep my name outcha mouth
And ya mothaf*ckin eyes off me
Derrell told me the truth
You a fake ass bitch and you slowed my pursue
I'm on to better things
I'm happy and new
I should've never made a f*ckin song about you
You're
Trouble
Girls like you and boys like me
We're trouble
We're Bad for heart and soul
We just
Trouble
I don't want no mo of your
Trouble
See I don't need no more of your
Trouble
Ray Jones - Trouble Lyrics
Ray Jones - Trouble Lyrics
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These the secrets of heaven
I'm praying off this depression
Ain't seeing shit but deception
I'm missing all of my lessons
I'm talkin way too much
I confess to little
You just way too brittle
You complain I ain't gentle but bitch I finally found my tempo
Let me
Slow it down
This feels way too simple
Yo complexion don't feel my struggle
And baby you tried to muzzle
Every thought and equation
With stories of daily struggle
See
I can't be the one to tell you you'll be fine
I'm glad you cut me off for good this time
It's better you than me and
It good for you to see that
It's good for you to know your
Trouble
Girls like you and boys like me
We're trouble
We're Bad for heart and soul
We just
Trouble
I don't want no mo of your
Trouble
See I don't need no more of your
Trouble
You tried to tell me I need to grow up
But bitch I ain't the one that got kid
You tried to tell me I need to grow up
But bitch I ain't the one that did a bid
God forbid
Your passion tested
I tried to warn you exactly where your drinking was headed
But nobody knows shit
Lifestyle is close knit
I ain't judging yo fit
But baby you ain't shit
Trouble
Girls like you and boys like me
We're trouble
We're Bad for heart and soul
We just
Trouble
I don't want no mo of your
Trouble
See I don't need no more of your
Trouble
I lost all my feelings by breakfast
My mouth don't allow no confessions
I can't lie a nigga gotta preference
Dumb fine hoes gone teach you a lesson
Stressing
Bout where she goin what she doing
I took a year to get my life out of ruins
My heart done died young
My soul supplies rum for deep wounds
And cuccoons around lies spun
I heard everythang you said bout me
Cheated on a nigga
Then you lied on me
Best of luck to you shawty
Keep my name outcha mouth
And ya mothaf*ckin eyes off me
Derrell told me the truth
You a fake ass bitch and you slowed my pursue
I'm on to better things
I'm happy and new
I should've never made a f*ckin song about you
You're
Trouble
Girls like you and boys like me
We're trouble
We're Bad for heart and soul
We just
Trouble
I don't want no mo of your
Trouble
See I don't need no more of your
Trouble
I'm praying off this depression
Ain't seeing shit but deception
I'm missing all of my lessons
I'm talkin way too much
I confess to little
You just way too brittle
You complain I ain't gentle but bitch I finally found my tempo
Let me
Slow it down
This feels way too simple
Yo complexion don't feel my struggle
And baby you tried to muzzle
Every thought and equation
With stories of daily struggle
See
I can't be the one to tell you you'll be fine
I'm glad you cut me off for good this time
It's better you than me and
It good for you to see that
It's good for you to know your
Trouble
Girls like you and boys like me
We're trouble
We're Bad for heart and soul
We just
Trouble
I don't want no mo of your
Trouble
See I don't need no more of your
Trouble
You tried to tell me I need to grow up
But bitch I ain't the one that got kid
You tried to tell me I need to grow up
But bitch I ain't the one that did a bid
God forbid
Your passion tested
I tried to warn you exactly where your drinking was headed
But nobody knows shit
Lifestyle is close knit
I ain't judging yo fit
But baby you ain't shit
Trouble
Girls like you and boys like me
We're trouble
We're Bad for heart and soul
We just
Trouble
I don't want no mo of your
Trouble
See I don't need no more of your
Trouble
I lost all my feelings by breakfast
My mouth don't allow no confessions
I can't lie a nigga gotta preference
Dumb fine hoes gone teach you a lesson
Stressing
Bout where she goin what she doing
I took a year to get my life out of ruins
My heart done died young
My soul supplies rum for deep wounds
And cuccoons around lies spun
I heard everythang you said bout me
Cheated on a nigga
Then you lied on me
Best of luck to you shawty
Keep my name outcha mouth
And ya mothaf*ckin eyes off me
Derrell told me the truth
You a fake ass bitch and you slowed my pursue
I'm on to better things
I'm happy and new
I should've never made a f*ckin song about you
You're
Trouble
Girls like you and boys like me
We're trouble
We're Bad for heart and soul
We just
Trouble
I don't want no mo of your
Trouble
See I don't need no more of your
Trouble
Writer: Ray Jones
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