
Troubles (Cold Blooded Soul Version) Denzel Curry
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[Intro]
Listen
[Chorus]
Got some troubles that these drugs can't fix
We might struggle because life's a bitch
Think you happy when your ass get rich
Blow my money 'cause a bag ain't shit
Got some troubles that these drugs can't fix
We might struggle because life's a bitch
Think you happy when your ass get rich
Blow my money 'cause a bag ain't shit
[Verse 1]
I just lost my house to the drought, ayy
Now I'm stayin' on my momma couch, ayy
Told me get a job or to bounce, ayy
Never paid a bill, I cop a ounce, ayy
I could spend a twenty on a dub
But I can't even spend it on some shit I really lovе
I need some TLC but bitches treat mе like a scrub
I gotta drive my momma car to pull up to the club
[Pre-Chorus]
Ain't nothin' left to do but now a nigga gotta hustle
I got it out the mud and then I did it off the muscle
Maneuver through the game, I put my niggas in the huddle
Now we all just runnin' routes, some fittin' pieces to the puzzle
My nigga, ayy (Ayy)
Listen
[Chorus]
Got some troubles that these drugs can't fix
We might struggle because life's a bitch
Think you happy when your ass get rich
Blow my money 'cause a bag ain't shit
Got some troubles that these drugs can't fix
We might struggle because life's a bitch
Think you happy when your ass get rich
Blow my money 'cause a bag ain't shit
[Verse 1]
I just lost my house to the drought, ayy
Now I'm stayin' on my momma couch, ayy
Told me get a job or to bounce, ayy
Never paid a bill, I cop a ounce, ayy
I could spend a twenty on a dub
But I can't even spend it on some shit I really lovе
I need some TLC but bitches treat mе like a scrub
I gotta drive my momma car to pull up to the club
[Pre-Chorus]
Ain't nothin' left to do but now a nigga gotta hustle
I got it out the mud and then I did it off the muscle
Maneuver through the game, I put my niggas in the huddle
Now we all just runnin' routes, some fittin' pieces to the puzzle
My nigga, ayy (Ayy)
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