Trouble With Everything

I run the city block I hit the scene a lot I'm like a Bushwick wünderkind And when I play My homies call my name They show me love no matter how I did And when I make it home I lie there alone There's always something weighing on my brain That's just the trouble with everything That's just the trouble with us That's just the trouble with everything Nothing is real, although, but maybe, it is I dream of better days I call up MetroBase He said he's up to do some hangin' around We hit the cafe Roll up and laissez He love's to show me 'round his hometown I asked him how he's been Said a lucky man But he still thinks of one that got away That's just the trouble with everything That's just the trouble with us That's just the trouble with everything Nothing is real, although, but maybe, it is Every time I figure something out Something comes along and makes me doubt it It's getting hard to tell if I'm creating my own hell Or if I'm really actually doing well That's just the trouble with everything That's just the trouble with us That's just the trouble with everything Nothing is real, although, but maybe, it is Maybe it is Maybe it is That's just the trouble with everything That's just the trouble with us That's just the trouble with everything Nothing is real and all that we got is Love