Trouble

chorus So you want to make trouble don't make me laugh you coming like a creepy crawly crawling through the grass in a any competition you bound fe come last i wouldnt even ask a fool like you to kiss my ass Stupid little rass stop living in theist theres nothing you can change so its the future you fe grasp your mummy wan cry your daddy wants to laugh both your uncle and your aunty wonder how you turn so soft you get in trouble with police its then you turn grass you sell the chain you get fe christmas tell your mummy say it lost true you short in intelligence that mean you always shout pass Stupid little rass stop living in the pass Chorus I remains about the past its then i start to laugh smoking ciggies squeezing titties with the girls in a me class all the teachers used to tell that it wasn't going to last they'd say your going to go to prison butane had the last laugh intellectual conversation is a blessing that i have understanding through experience yes I've had to learn fast artificial conversation always talking through your mask you stupid little rass stop living in the past chorus