Make Your Momma Cry

Lying where you wanna so bad
Give heart trouble to your dear old dad
Thinking you’re the baddest man around
Soon they’re going to plant you in the ground
Trouble gonna run you down
Trouble gonna run you down
Revenge
Karma’s gonna gun you down
Karma’s gonna gun you down
And then you’ll make your momma cry
You and your friends better stop stealing all of them cars
‘Fore you locked up behind them bars
Sure as you’re born you were bound to die
So wipe that tear from your momma’s eye
Trouble gonna run you down
Trouble gonna run you down
Revenge
Karma’s gonna gun you down
Karma’s gonna gun you down
And then you’ll make your momma cry
Your tears gonna drag the ground
If you don’t stop being so lowdown
Boy, you know you better take heed
You’ll be a lost ball in the high weeds
Gonna tell your momma, giving her the blues
Six feet underneath your shoes
Thinking she’s down to watch you do
Regret has caught up and God knew
Trouble gonna run you down
Trouble gonna run you down
Revenge
Karma’s gonna gun you down
Karma’s gonna gun you down
Revenge
Trouble’s gonna run you down
Trouble’s gonna run you down
Revenge
Karma’s gonna gun you down
Karma’s gonna gun you down
And then you’ll make your momma cry