"Here Comes Trouble" as written by Michael H Watson, Scott Dewayne Dalhover, Mark Bartley Geary, William Jason Mc Master and Tim Mark Trembly....
Didn't go to school and I
Never been in a church
Those Social workers got me pinned up as the worst
I've always been a thief
Crime is my game
Sure, call the police
They know my name

Even tho' I'm trouble, kids look up to me
Gotta bust your bubble, nothin's for free
Got veins of wire, hey, got some speed
I'm bad luck, ain't worth a fuck

Here comes trouble
Yes, here comes trouble
And I'll make you see double
Cause here comes trouble

When I walk up the street
Your mama locks the door
She don't want her little girl to fuck around with me no more
I bet you can smell me
From a mile away, yeah
Sure, take a straight look up
I make the buildings sway, yeah

I don't know where I went wrong
No, I don't know


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"Here Comes Trouble" as written by Michael H Watson Mark Bartley Geary

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