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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ab-Soul
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Herbert Anthony Stevens
Composer
Egbert Dawkins III
Composer
Michael W. Jackson
Songwriter
Woodrow Wilson Jackson III
Songwriter
Woodrow Jackson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
Producer
Oh No
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm gonna get in my car
But wherever I go
Trouble will find me
And I don't want trouble to find me
[Verse 2]
I admit I play hide and seek with the violence
String theories together just like a violin
Red rose, blue violets
The top pick in the cockpit
That's fly shit
Like defecating on a private plane, it's simple
G4 with it, woman with me
In the present, here's a test
If you tour the future, then the past represents death
Life, will it take me under, I don't know
The good die young, and the ugly get dough
I feel this prickly feeling on the back of my neck
The reaper tippy toe behind me wherever I go
That's why I ride slow, I used to be in a rush
Fast life, slow motion
These days I'm so focused
And as soon as the chauffeur hold this door open I'ma
[Verse 3]
I'm gonna get in my car, I'm gonna drive real fast
But wherever I go
Seems like trouble will find me
And I don't want trouble to find me
[Verse 4]
Here's a tiny tip
There's no escaping the trouble that comes with this grand hustle
You willing to give everything for the glistening wrists
Finding the right fabric to keep your family knit
Vanity slave, running red lights, smoking weed, they in love with you
When your untouchable, sonny
You was born to fucking die, till then get money
They belly of the beast ain't no tummy, you mistaken
Track record longer than a train station
You just record tracks what a waste of wax
Name an individual exempt
From a candle light vigil and bring me his head
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
Optimistic but they say I need an ophthalmologist
Now they just look at me like the owe me apologies
So many red eyes I might need Visine
Audio pilot that's why I'm so high up
The trouble still finds us like a citation that's why I'm still hating
The waiting and silent conversation with God like
Why the hell is heaven so far
Don't need a stairway I need a rocket ship to blast off
So what no buts I work my ass off
And all my champions comply
It's do or die when I ride Tracy Chapman didn't die nah
[Verse 5]
I'm gonna get in my car, I'm gonna drive real fast
But wherever I go
Seems like trouble will find me
And I don't want trouble to find me
[Verse 6]
No more, no more, no more, no more
I'm gonna get in my car, I'm gonna drive real fast
But wherever I go
Seems like trouble will find me
And I don't want trouble to find me
[Verse 7]
No more, no more, no more, no more
I don't want trouble to find me no more
Said I don't want trouble to find me no more
I don't want trouble to find me no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
Written by: Egbert Dawkins, Egbert Dawkins III, Herbert Anthony Stevens, Michael Jackson, Woodrow Jackson, Woodrow Wilson Jackson III