Trouble on My Mind Pusha T (Ft. Tyler, The Creator)

[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, 'nother four up in the black house
Still got the Macs out, pull the mask down like a mascot
Still trick with bitches, out with money or with ass shots
GOOD had room for one more, I took the last spot
Re-Up Gang, P the nigga, '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
(Whoo!) 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 (Yeah)

[Chorus: Pusha T]
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind (on my mind)
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind (on my mind)
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind (on my mind)
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind (on my mind)