Paroles de 'Trouble Won't Last [Interlude]' par Carla 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)