Trouble Won't Last (Interlude) - Carl Thomas

But I’m sayin'

Here I am, say lying and praying

That I’m laying something hot

Cuz baby, it’s cold outside

And even when it’s not, it still is Baby shorties ask me what the deal is Not listenin’to they mom and them

Cuz they all know what they talkin''bout, like Willis

I say what shorty desire, be what real is And when I first came to her

I was still wet behind the ears

So I was just the lame to her

I heard older cats lay claim to her

And say they speak game to her

But they never put a name to her

So I called her desire

Like so many street cars that I did for

For her promises, little brothers, there bids for

And little sisters sacrifice they head for

Even street-wise vets wind up dead for

See she will attempt to straight pimp you

You’ll scream «Fuck the world»

But soon go them too

She proclaim that my esteem was way off the rack

I had style but it was the Caddy I lack

The gangsta white walls and the diamond in the back

I asked her was she white or black

She said neither one, or somewhere in between

Plus she was mean and had been seen

In places where cats got big faces

Has made some trade in freestyles for freebases

I knew that my best friend was meddling

But I continued peddling

But I got arrested before I got rich

Trying to make some scratch

Like trigger fingers that itch

She told me she call me an ambulance

If I ever called her a bitch

(I'm so glad)

Alright, I tried to be online

(Trouble don’t last)

But the matrix had a major glitch

(Always)

She said my style could never switch

I was her nigger for life

(Always)

She said her peeps

Probably couldn’t pronounce Malik Yusef

But they could pronounce us man and wife

(I'm so glad)

So the script I attempted to flip, flop

(Trouble don’t last)

Flip floppin’to backwards, know

(Always)

In the backseats