[00:02.79]Verse 1: Pusha T
[00:03.26]It's the blackout, 'rari got the back out
[00:03.81]Showing my black ass, engine in the glass house
[00:05.91]Started in the crack house, Obama went the back route
[00:08.60]Kill bin Laden, never throw up in the black house
[00:11.38]Still got the Macs out, pull the mask down like a mascot
[00:14.76]If l could get my shit together
[00:17.73]G.O.O.D had room for one more, I took the last spot
[00:20.58]Re-up gang Ye done hit the jackpot
[00:22.76]Whole 'nother level, then you add fame
[00:25.73]That's a whole 'nother devil, legit drug dealer
[00:28.48]That's a whole 'nother bezel, the carbon Audemar
[00:31.33]That's a whole 'nother metal, but still keep it ghetto
[00:34.19]Behind the scenes, pull strings like Gepetto
[00:36.98]The gun blow steam, whistle like a tea kettle
[00:39.82]Runnin' like the rebels
[00:41.31]I done ****ed around for a minute
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[00:45.68]Hook: Pusha T
[00:46.13]Trouble on my mind
[00:47.84]I got trouble on my mind
[00:50.67]Trouble on my mind
[00:53.12]So much trouble on my mind
[00:55.98]
[00:56.56]Trouble on my mind
[00:58.86]I got trouble on my mind
[01:01.77]Trouble on my mind
[01:04.39]So much trouble on my mind
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[01:07.64]Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator
[01:08.11]Pharrell said get 'em, so I got 'em
[01:10.12]Tripped on Bristol Palin then I accidentally shot 'em
[01:11.93]Then it ricocheted and killed the game
[01:14.68]I'm a problem cause I wanna f-ck the world but not a fan of using condoms
[01:18.20]Pardon my french, I'm going hard as my dick
[01:21.03]When I envision my tip on the crust of *****'s lips
[01:23.59]Mr. Lipschutz has been trippin' since I mentioned Reptar's
[01:27.37]Triceratops dinosaur dick
[01:29.24]I feel it in my gut to kill these muthaf-cks
[01:32.86]As a musk like the arm of my pits
[01:34.93]You bitches coming shorter than a Bush Wick Bill costume
[01:38.02]On sale during Christmas in Philly
[01:40.97]Uhm, well, not really, it's gettin' kinda chilly
[01:43.25]Let's hit a couple bars and give some bitches wet willies
[01:46.02]Soaked, getting' jiggy with it and Bel-Air's britches
[01:49.06]With a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit
[01:52.42]
[01:52.85]Hook: Pusha T
[01:53.30]Trouble on my mind
[01:54.66]I got trouble on my mind
[01:57.44]Trouble on my mind
[02:00.23]So much trouble on my mind
[02:02.67]
[02:03.57]Trouble on my mind
[02:05.63]I got trouble on my mind
[02:08.85]Trouble on my mind
[02:11.17]So much trouble on my mind
[02:15.08]
[02:15.48]Verse 3: Tyler, The Creater
[02:16.02]I'm a f-cking walking paradox
[02:17.85]And a really shitty rapper in my favorite pair of socks ironed pair of dockers
[02:21.93]Two Glocks cocked screamin' west side!
[02:23.94]With the speakers blastin' a pair of pacs
[02:26.34]Yonkers 10 milli, you're silly
[02:29.00]Thinkin' that this 'Preme wasn't free willy
[02:30.74]The feeling is neutral, the gang is youthful
[02:33.51]And f-ckin' tighter than Chad Hugo's pupils
[02:36.23]It's Wolf Gang and the
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[02:37.99]Pusha T:
[02:38.45]With the re-up's a helluva buzz
[02:39.68]Rick James said cocaine's a helluva drug
[02:42.53]Who else could put the hipsters with felons and thugs
[02:45.12]And paint a perfect picture of what sellin' it does?
[02:47.70]This is for the critics, who doubted the chemistry
[02:50.92]Two different words, same symmetry
[02:53.28]And this black art, see the wizardry
[02:55.21]When you at the top of your game, you make enemies
[02:58.09]You'll never finish me
[02:59.34]
[02:59.72]Hook: Pusha T
[03:00.14]Trouble on my mind
[03:01.67]I got trouble on my mind
[03:04.59]Trouble on my mind
[03:07.19]So much trouble on my mind
[03:10.07]
[03:10.62]Trouble on my mind
[03:12.68]I got trouble on my mind
[03:15.88]Trouble on my mind
[03:18.26]So much trouble on my mind

Verse 1: Pusha T
It's the blackout, 'rari got the back out
Showing my black ass, engine in the glass house
Started in the crack house, Obama went the back route
Kill bin Laden, never throw up in the black house
Still got the Macs out, pull the mask down like a mascot
If l could get my shit together
G.O.O.D had room for one more, I took the last spot
Re-up gang Ye done hit the jackpot
Whole 'nother level, then you add fame
That's a whole 'nother devil, legit drug dealer
That's a whole 'nother bezel, the carbon Audemar
That's a whole 'nother metal, but still keep it ghetto
Behind the scenes, pull strings like Gepetto
The gun blow steam, whistle like a tea kettle
Runnin' like the rebels
I done ****ed around for a minute
Hook: Pusha T
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind
Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator
Pharrell said get 'em, so I got 'em
Tripped on Bristol Palin then I accidentally shot 'em
Then it ricocheted and killed the game
I'm a problem cause I wanna f-ck the world but not a fan of using condoms
Pardon my french, I'm going hard as my dick
When I envision my tip on the crust of *****'s lips
Mr. Lipschutz has been trippin' since I mentioned Reptar's
Triceratops dinosaur dick
I feel it in my gut to kill these muthaf-cks
As a musk like the arm of my pits
You bitches coming shorter than a Bush Wick Bill costume
On sale during Christmas in Philly
Uhm, well, not really, it's gettin' kinda chilly
Let's hit a couple bars and give some bitches wet willies
Soaked, getting' jiggy with it and Bel-Air's britches
With a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit
Hook: Pusha T
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind
Verse 3: Tyler, The Creater
I'm a f-cking walking paradox
And a really shitty rapper in my favorite pair of socks ironed pair of dockers
Two Glocks cocked screamin' west side!
With the speakers blastin' a pair of pacs
Yonkers 10 milli, you're silly
Thinkin' that this 'Preme wasn't free willy
The feeling is neutral, the gang is youthful
And f-ckin' tighter than Chad Hugo's pupils
It's Wolf Gang and the
Pusha T:
With the re-up's a helluva buzz
Rick James said cocaine's a helluva drug
Who else could put the hipsters with felons and thugs
And paint a perfect picture of what sellin' it does?
This is for the critics, who doubted the chemistry
Two different words, same symmetry
And this black art, see the wizardry
When you at the top of your game, you make enemies
You'll never finish me
Hook: Pusha T
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind