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Tony Touch
Tony Touch
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Trouble
Trouble
Komponist:in
Earl Simmons
Earl Simmons
Komponist:in
Grover Washington, Jr.
Grover Washington, Jr.
Komponist:in
Michael Gomez
Michael Gomez
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Tony Touch
Tony Touch
Produzent:in
Jake Palumbo
Jake Palumbo
Mischtechniker:in
Tatsuya Sato
Tatsuya Sato
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Lyrics

Yeah, life's crazy And I always told him, life be crazy Life's a struggle Life passion, life pain It's all one and the same Make it all make sense Ayy yo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', can't get right Ayy yo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', can't get right Ayy yo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', gosh get right Get me back on my feet stop playin' with life Ayy yo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', can't get right Ayy yo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', can't get right Ayy yo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', gosh get right Get me back on my feet stop playin' with life I've been through hella different phases, like mazes, trying to get on Brother was never there, I start banging, the bloods gave me a home (yoo) Wasn't strong enough to face my problems that I had a kid With anger issues from all the shit I seen my father did Chang-dang, I been there, I was in there Think about if I let my mama down, shirt red and swimwear First came the bullshit, the drama with my pops I wasn't seeing him, so I jumped into the street, went got a Glock Like this, me, and I'ma be the seed, who gon' feed Mama, so my lil' brother and sister won't ever need I'm ready for the world at 16 to rob of what I was I'm doing this shit to feed myself and fam, not for a street bug Going too fast to make you crash, but I couldn't see that far (huh) Stuck in detention centers (huh) Fighting my evils off (yeah) They put me in a situation as a child to be a man Ain't had no guidance or help in hand, alone I stand, damn Is it my fault, tell me what I did Did pops not want a third kid, I'm hurting right now, the worst is Back on the scene, it's 17, with a dream to get more cream But I'm stuck on beans like a fiend, even try to clean I'm always getting high, trying my hardest I never gave a fuck about much, but my father That's the only motherfucker who can clean on my path Says a troublesome lil' nigga, that ain't nowhere fast Ayy yo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', can't get right Ayy yo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', can't get right Ayy yo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', gosh get right Get me back on my feet stop playin' with life Ayy yo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', can't get right Ayy yo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', can't get right Ayy yo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', gosh get right Get me back on my feet stop playin' with life
Writer(s): Earl Simmons, Albert Johnson, Michael A. Gomez, Grover Jr. Washington Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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