World of Troubbles

Yeah Uh huh There'll be a world full of trouble and uh There'll be a world full of trouble uh huh There'll be a world full of trouble In the late afternoon when I wake up And while tripping on text You know I'd rather pick up a call And there be so much texture I could lose a few friends or break up If I could chill for a minute And question why we're living at all Huh So my vision fancy My eyes bigger than my stomach I get greedy lately But on a daily I'll be running I got a feeling baby Who thinks that this foundation Nothing when the world be crazy I think most people look to something Maybe it's paranoia Or I'm just living in a paradox Focused on my contradictions Wondering what I should write Easy in the white tee and a gold chain But in the end I'm just some more skin With crooked teeth and no name There'll be a world full of trouble In the late afternoon if I wake up And while tripping on text You know I'd rather pick up a call And there be so much texture I could lose a few friends or break up If I could chill for a minute And question why we're living at all Why we're living at all Question why we're living at all