Trouble - Vin Jay: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

Trouble

309

Hip-Hop/Rap

Trouble adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Vin Jay tarafından 25 Temmuz 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıGood Company

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümGood Company

Çıkış Tarihi25 Temmuz 2025

FirmaVin Jay

DilEnglish

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM78

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Vin Jay

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Vincent Jacovelli

Vincent Jacovelli

Songwriter

David Breukers

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Epidemix

Producer

Şarkı sözleri

Yeah, now we about to start trouble (Trouble)

The gloves off, time to grab the brass knuckles (Knuckles)

Sick of all the brain rot, hoping that some flame drop

Guess I gotta do it myself and make the game pop

Yeah, won't let you cowards get a pass

To listen to your shit, I need some downers and a flask

I douse 'em with the gas for the founders of the craft

I would say that y'all are garbage, but you proud of being trash (Trash)

And I don't gotta play wit'cha, I don't gotta joke

The truth gets buried and the lies stay cloaked

The money rolling in, but your soul still broke

You danced with the Devil, lil' homie, stay woke

Yeah, nice principles, homie, your life fictional

I'd say you've hit your pinnacle if your life wasn't miserable

And I ain't hating, I'm just stating the truth

If I was hating, I would hate to be you

So I just, thank God that I'm not like y'all (Like y'all)

Thank God that I'm real (Thank God I'm real)

Thank God that I know myself

And I never cared how y'all feel (Fuck all of y'all)

Thank God when they doubting (Thank you, God)

'Cause it fuel my soul (C'mon)

Thank God that the ones who hate are the ones that nobody knows

Line 'em up, knock 'em down

Money up, we popping now

Every conversation starts with capital like proper nouns

Gotta bounce if you ain't 'bout your business

Had bums up in my circle

Cut 'em out like they were triplets

No wonder y'all conflicted

It's hard to cope and recognize the fact

That you ain't where you wanna be 'cause the discipline that you lack

Indecisive with your life, controlled by vices in a rut

You think it's pricey making moves?

Go peep the price of giving up

You better wake up

Or life gon' do it for you violently

This life's a long road and you the one who's in the driver's seat

Don't blame your wreckage on the homies that you hang with

You the one who chose 'em, you the one that's living dangerous

Always on the same shit, never trying to make a change

Always took the easy route and blew it when the paper came

But just know that you can do what I do

The only battle now is you verse you

So I just, thank God that I'm not like y'all (Like y'all)

Thank God that I'm real (Thank God I'm real)

Thank God that I know myself

And I never cared how y'all feel (Fuck all of y'all)

Thank God when they doubting (Thank you, God)

'Cause it fuel my soul (C'mon)

Thank God that the ones who hate are the ones that nobody knows

Written by: David Breukers, Vincent Jacovelli

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