a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

classified - trouble lyrics

[intro: cl-ssified – talking]
(troubleeeee)
(“hypocritical”)
(troubleeeee)
they say my beats are (troubleeeee)
“hyp-hyp-hypocritical”
(troubleeeee)
it’s got to be (troubleeee)
(“hyp-hyp-hypocritical”)
(troubleeeee)
(“hyp-hyp-hypocritical”)

[verse 1: cl-ssified]
yeah, now i’ll admit it, i’m a hypocrite (yeah)
tryin to get a grip (what?), let me flip the script (ha)
i’m seein things a little different (uh), i was the one to never hit a spliff
now it’s like everytime it’s lit, i need to get a bit
i go on fishing trips (yeah), but hate fish and chips (what?)
never handle business but always busy in the midst of it (ha)
sh-t i’m a animal but tamer than a house cat
cheese don’t concern me but i’m caught up in this mouse trap
still unsure what i stand for (uh)
i’m just a man torn, walkin blind, caught up in a sandstorm (ha)
i always say that i’m a one man band
but i got more guys on stage than you can count on one hand
d-mn i’m confusin, roll up the hydro
i hate cigarettes but i’m addicted to tobacco (troubleeeee)
won’t break the bank but i’ll break some bread
and i don’t want to lose my hair but then i shave my head

[chorus: cl-ssified]
whether wrong or right, i’m a give you what you need
’cause my whole life, i had to keep up to the beat
so i hold tight, i got to get in where i fit in
hit ’em with the rhythm and when the beat goes on it’s – (troubleeeee)
and when the beat goes on
and when the beat goes on it’s – (troubleeeee)
(“hypocrit”)
and when the beat goes on
(“hypocritical”)

[verse 2: cl-ssified]
uh, yeah, now i don’t do what i used but do things i never did
still got my values but switched up my etiquette
this industry don’t come with benefits
that’s why i’m savin for a rainy day and tryin to stay ahead of it
i freeze time when i reach mine
and each line (yeah) is universal like a peace sign, so keep tryin (keep tryin)
i ain’t a fighter but i love pretendin (uh huh)
don’t get it twisted bud i ain’t a b-tch, i ain’t surrenderin (nope)
i ain’t your everyday rapper with a love for foreign whips (yeah)
at the club scorin chicks (yeah), it ain’t a skill i was born with (nope)
i usually stay at home payin off these mortgages
watch a couple p-rn flicks, eatin bags of corn chips (ha)

[verse 3: cl-ssified]
yeah, now take a minute (uh huh) and take a listen (yeah)
from enfield straight spittin, originate from great britain
proud +martimer+, drinkin in my neighbor’s kitchen
empty out the fridge, usually we overstay our visit
used to think i didn’t care what people said
’til i double checked message boards before i went to bed and
i always said this fame won’t go to my head then
i catch myself thinkin i’m that dude like devin
sh-t, i know i’m goin to grow
’cause it a love/hate relationship, some things will come and go (troubleeeee)
but yo, i learned to live, live and learn (yeah)
we all hypocritical, as far as i’m concerned

[chorus: cl-ssified]
whether wrong or right, i’m a give you what you need
’cause my whole life, i had to keep up to the beat
so i hold tight, i got to get in where i fit in
hit ’em with the rhythm and when the beat goes on it’s – (troubleeeee)
and when the beat goes on (“hypocrit”)
and when the beat goes on it’s – (troubleeeee)
and when the beat goes on (“hypocrit-hyp”)
it’s got to be (troubleeeee)
(“hyp-hyp-hypocritical”)
(“hyp-hyp-hypocrit”)
(troubleeeee)
(“hypocritical”)
it’s got to be (troubleeeee)
(troubleeeee)

- classified lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS