TYL3R DAVIS - This Troubled Mind of Mine lyrics

[Intro/Skit] You know that these like sh**s gonna pop off like all the time Like fun sh**, you know what I mean? Start to like- 'Yeah, but we gotta start getting money first And then we gonna be wit it' Answer my texts when I'm trynna book you for these shows! [Interlude] You know it's hard for me (You know it's hard) [Bridge] They gone get you in some trouble So troubles what I got With my team inside the huddle And somehow I call the shots [Verse 1] So more action, less talking More balling and less stalling More money we keep pilling It's less problems, keep evolving Never fall for the diabolic, ima die a prophet Yeah, I know it I'm trying to let go off the stress Had to call this the enlightenment Oh there he goes, yeah he's flowing bout his life again Alexis playing wife again I think she really like the kid It's really kinda frightening The way that you and I collide Meanwhile, I don't wanna fight witchu This is not the holocaust I don't wanna call it off I'm shining over here and you just brighten up the mirror [Bridge] You gone get me in some trouble You know I talk a lot And when I get to going You know I'll never stop [Verse 2] We can do anything baby put your mind to it (We can grind through it) Today's waves will leave you gasping or ga**y from all of the pop music k**ing the mother is what we should stop doing The world is so toxic from all the wrong doings Wise words from a used to be college student We at war with ourselves It's like nobody knew it, well I knew it Don't fall victim to the system, stupid Yeah I did some stupid sh** that I ain't proud of Look around us, that's a lot of stupid sh** that I ain't proud of Look at all the noise they're calling music What are we all doing? The f** is Pac doing? f** is Barack doing? Yeah I'm on the edge, don't push me I'm like a co*ked Uzi Trigger finger itching and I just might pull it Like the cops do it Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! I did not do it And then I get away with it, on some crazy sh** Yeah I almost got myself in trouble Yeah I ran from the cops And this b**h named Shayla,(yeah) she almost got me caught How bout that for a name drop? Court came and I beat my case and you did not And the moral to the story don't trust nobody but God So now I loosen up my shirt, and my sleeves rolled up And that weed rolled up, you know we showed her (Yeah) (You know we showed her) f** a freeloader [Outro/Skit] I was like yo, umm! This sh** is NOT cool Like I was just goin off Like who thinks it's cool to wake up and not be able to do anything the next day?