The Troubles Lyrics by glaive & kurtains
I don’t mean—
I don’t like to sound like I’m bragging, but—
But, bro, we never really are, no, we never really wanted
Anything, but—
We get money, like the Troubles, blow it at the mall
And I still barely even know what conflicts are, but—
We get money, like the Troubles, blow it at the mall
We get money, like the Troubles, blow it at a club
And I hate to be this way, I was taught that it was rude
And my momma raised me better, but my brothers raised me too
I’m in Turin like Henry, I’m in Boston, like it too
Got some trouble with consumption, I still struggle with it too
We still blow money, like the Troubles, ’cause we have nothing else to do
We have nothing else to do, we have nothing else to do
We have nun’
Two hands in the air for the best ones
Two albums down, not finna rest though
Already too much, had to step down
Said, “Slow down, girl, take a rest now”
Take a second, take a breath in
My bro, she’ll come out the Vespa
Back out the ***, back up your bredren
The last album you dropped was depressing
Not one sad song on the record
Must be the yes-men
But, bro, we never really are, no, we never really wanted
Anything, but—
We get money, like the Troubles, blow it at the mall
And I still barely even know what conflicts are, but—
We get money, like the Troubles, blow it at the mall—
Two hands in the air for the best ones
And keep them there for the rest of ’em (Mall—)
This life ain’t fair, make the best of it
Bro, stand so they see us
We get money, like the Troubles, blow it at the mall (Mall, mall)
We get money, like the Troubles, blow it at the mall
We get money, like the Troubles, blow it at the mall (Mall, mall)
We get money, like the Troubles, blow it at the mall
We get money, like the Troubles, blow it at the mall