Trouble Is - Common Market

The vagrant came upon a plot, shop set it down

Found vacant, he gon' make it into something better now

Barn hand, conversant in farm land, planted seven rows

Will it ever grow?

Heaven only knows, though he’s

Hopeful, never boastful about the ethic

Set it deep into the earth, work and serve, all the rest let it

Come or not, hot summer sun, son bumper crop

Over night, or so some thought (now they’re talkin' that)

What you really did to get this windfall, spendin' all year estranged?

Better not be mystical, typically the criminals here they hang

Ain’t nobody ever seen you cultivate, rake or till, ya dig?

Take a lot to win a pot, wanna pay the rate?

The stakes raised, you bid?

In or out, what the men around here bout, finna count a pound of cheese

Double down, you intend to win the prize, otherwise bounce and leave

We don’t care where you came from, since day one seen the game constructed

We gon' watch it all fall, frauds claim to save it in the name of love?

Nuh uh

Bubble, fizz what the trouble is?

This is hustle biz what the trouble is?

A couple kids what the trouble is?

Muzzle ripped, tell em what the trouble is, come on now

Trouble is love don’t want you, boy, see the

Trouble is love don’t want you, baby, see the

Trouble is love don’t want you, no, see the

Trouble is love don’t want you here

Not one to gamble, lit the Camel, took a long drag

Sat back and blew, inside he knew these folks had gone mad

Through the smoke proposed a wager: tails, you can take my fields

Heads, you accept my station;

they deliberated, deal!

Coin turned for what seemed like eternity, slow breath

Some folks wept and fretted while the peasant never broke a sweat

Confident he had em in the talisman’s descent

By the time they shouted TAILS, he done packed his bags and went

Best never try to test the vets, you wanna settle?

Better pay your dues

To the boss you done lost your crops, in one toss I’ll take your food

Better be gone, set about and keep on a boulevard towards the boat

Ever come back get about a ton of that d-CON down your throat

In the meantime we find these fine fruits do quench a thirst

And for pay we may persuade and convince some of these men to work

In the end we sup and supplement the income caught in the trap

We must be blessed, best of all that farmer’s gone, thank God for that

Double-dipped what the trouble is?

That’s hustle biz what the trouble is?

A couple kids what the trouble is?

Knuckle, fist, tell em what the trouble is, come on now

Trouble is love don’t want you, boy, see the

Trouble is love don’t want you, baby, see the

Trouble is love don’t want you, no, see the

Trouble is love don’t want you here