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Trouble smells, hell sells I'm just trying to make it to the fame like Bell There is no other fire-eater who can a-do this-a trick Trouble smells, hell sells I'm just trying to make it to the fame like Bell Young man, watch the acrobats, notice how they walk the tightrope Trouble smells, hell sells I'm just trying to make it to the fame like Bell Trappers get slain, rappers tell tall tales Do the math again, claim that the name won't sell I never needed surgery, but see these nerves put me here in this infirmary And kind words have a funny way of irkin' me I ain't never played Urkel Live with my virtues, make this game deserve you It's good if it hurts, state of mind black and purple These dark shades make dark days much less hurtful And my odd ways made daybreak the new curfew In my arcade where all fate is headbutted by the hard way Gold stars, bricks, coins, ballers, and ball chains Hit the throttle, they say tomorrow it could all change But 90 out of 10 you'll wake up in the same damn makeup in the same bed Tryna hit the brakes, in a race with the braindead The life I've tasted, tell you what its laced with Vacant faces, started from the bottom of the basement Now we at the bottom, now we at the bottom of the Letras de canciones Problem is the time that I'm spending Clockin' every dime that I'm spending I don't think my mind'll forgive it Problem is the time that I'm spending Clockin' every dime, clockin' every dime Problem is the time Trouble smells, hell sells I'm just trying to make it to the fame like Bell Trouble smells, hell sells I'm just trying to make it to the fame like Bell Trouble smells, hell sells I'm just trying to make it to the fame like Bell Trappers get slain, rappers tell tall tales Do the math again, claim that the name won't sell Kool-Aid, get your Kool-Aid I just cut my finger Uh, this is Kool-Aid, you want First Aid, turn left Step right up, okay okay, come on From Letras Mania