Trouble Kid
• Written by DonQuixote
Here we go
here we gooo
rapping to a beat that i don't even know
dragging both my feet like i'm trudging through the snow
I used to be the trouble kid
if momma told me not to
id always end up doing it
"that aint the way i taught you"
curious mischievous terrible and devious
years ago mom was making fudge in the kitchen
"stop climbing on the chairs" but i never listened
i wanna know a lot
what you got?
in the pot
looks hot
is it gold?
maybe not
pushed the stool up to the stove
"son dont touch its far from cold"
i dont even know if i was old enough to speak
but god damn hell i was old enough to scream
burned my finger good and healing took a week
ran it under the tap nice cold water stream
lesson learned
momma always knows it best
shoulda listened what she said
here we go
here we gooo
rapping to a beat that i don't even know
never admit defeat when i argue with my bro
I used to be the trouble kid
ask my mom she'll tell you too
she'd always catch me doing shit
"dont be doing that i see you"
curious mischievous terrible and devious
mark my words i was a bad little lad
crossing streets most trouble i ever had
"look both ways!"
momma would always say
i thought i was invincible
thought that was such a waste of gaze
balls would roll across the street
i'd take off on speedy feet
pitter patter faster faster
headlights did I meet
brand new whip man it came so close
terrified i shut my eyes
dont sound like much i know
but scary to a three year old
to find out that just out ur home
aint so safe playing in the road
aint no place
thats truely safe
u can never be replaced
so check both ways
lesson learned
momma always knows it best
shoulda listend what she said
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DonQuixote
Member since September 29 2015