I was born smarter than most into this world of disarray I was told to listen to all the dumb shit people say But I dug wisdom from my own well and I never had a moment of doubt I worded a thesis at six years old that had the world all figured out, it goes
Women, men That's two kinds of trouble Enemies, friends Just two kinds of trouble
I never walked a single step in nobody else's shoes And I never really talked to people 'cause that's time you can't afford to lose Every word somebody spoke was thе dumbest I ever hеard I'll keep stickin' to what I know and tell the truth about the world, it goes
Cops, police Just two kinds of trouble Robbers, thieves Two kinds of trouble Boats, planes Just two kinds of trouble Norwegians and Danes, yeah Just two kinds of trouble
That's two kinds of trouble That's two kinds of trouble That's two kinds of trouble Just two kinds of trouble
Some say philosophy, I say great if you're unsure Just a bunch of circular reasoning bordering on the obscure Others merely scratch the surface, I can really penetrate I'll serve up a stew so simple and pure no room for debate, 'cause I know Two kinds of trouble Just two kinds of trouble
Work, play Two kinds of trouble Night, day Two kinds of trouble One thing, another thing Just two kinds of trouble Anything and everything Two kinds of trouble
Compositores: Chip Fitzsimmons, Montgomery Fitzsimmons, Niklas Almquist (Randy Fitzsimmons) (AMRA), Wilbur FitzsimmonsEditores: Arson Publishing, Chris Dangerous Music, Pellevision Publishing, Vigilante SoundsECAD verificado obra #40154734 em 17/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM