Troublemaker

Yeah, this will be lit, bro,

And you know what that means.

They call me troublemaker everytime I say something wrong,

but this song will keep playing on and on,

maybe you think that you are the chosen one,

but the truth is, you are worse than a burger bun.

I'm in the city, and I forgot where I've been,

lost in the avenues, you know what I mean,

I don't know how abot you but I love that feeling,

Cause you never called me on our last meeting.

Everything I see is just an illusion,

And I think that's the right conclusion,

So I went home back to Europe to play my game,

And I never want to feel that embarrassing fame.

They call me troublemaker everytime I say something wrong,

But this song will keep playing on and on,

maybe you think that you are the chosen one,

But the truth is, you are worse than a burger bun.

I'm sick of Rolls Royces, I like Impalas,

That will keep my smiling when I see my fellas,

Saleens, Mustangs, maybe even Escalades

These cars are so sweet as marmalades.

Screw those Corvettes or maybe Gallardos

These who drive them should move to Barbados.

Rim spinners were a boom when I was a kid,

They are outdated now, whose idea was it?

They call me troublemaker everytime I say something wrong,

But this song will keep playing on and on,

Maybe you think you are the chosen one,

But the truth is, you are worse than a burger bun.

They call me troublemaker everytime I say something wrong,

But this song will keep playing on and on,

Maybe you think that you are the chosen one,

But the truth is, you are worse than a burger bun.

Congratulations, now the whole world is screwed, hehe...

And it's all because those suckers from today's music scene.