Lyrics for Big Trouble by Khary :
[Verse 1:]
Woke up this morning
With nothing to do
Put on some new garments
I found my calling
My homies keep calling
Like why are you stalling
You should just kill ’em
You could make millions
And bring back that feeling
I’m ready I’m willing
My head to the ceiling
My mind in the sky
Cloud is a 9
Look in the mirror like what is a God
Is it not I
Cookies crumble want a piece of the pie
Dedications are the reason we die
What you love will kill you
I’m surprised I ain’t drowned yet
Stole the show and I ain’t sure if it soundchecked
Getting checks I ain’t get a chance to count yet
Taxes n*ggas I’m gon’ need an accountant
Ponce De Lea n I done found me the fountain of youth
You can’t deny I’m the truth

[Chorus:]
I keep my head up high
Prepared to say my
Last good bye’s
My wings are strong
My hearts intact
Been gone so long
I might never come back
I’ll see
See you later
Know that freedom isn’t money
It’s the acres
Where you land
Where you land
I got plans
I got fans
I got Jams
Don’t need friends
I need bands
I need bands

[Verse 2:]
Capital One n*ggas
Always worried about what’s in your wallet
I met your girl got her number don’t call it
I’m more concerned about making deposits
I brush my teeth and don’t turn off the faucet
I mean I’m flowing I do it subconsciously
sh*t on these rappers hope Charmin will sponsor me
Future’s promising don’t need you to promise me
Something
Men In Black
Will Smith, huh?
Press that red button
Assembly lines your lyrics malfunction
How do f*ck boys always get reproduction
Arresting the pus*y
Just watch who you cuffin’
Chickens head known for the cluckin’
Y’all n*ggas known for the nothin’
Y’all n*ggas known for the bluffin’
I do not need robitussin
I, I feel high and I ain’t even hit the bong
I, I like ’em old I might even hit your mom
Grease lightning
Um, I like ’em dumb I might even hit a blonde
Rydell High when she hit them intercoms
Get up in her pond
Been a minute, um
Poser n*ggas still shop at Billabong
Name ain’t Carrie how you alway get it wrong
World of Richard Scarry’s where I get it from
Always busy
Always witty
Ciroc boys, yeah you always Diddy
Popping bottles but your CD frisby
Hope somebody catch it
You gon’ have to miss me, ay

[Chorus:]
I keep my head up high
Prepared to say my
Last good bye’s
My wings are strong
My hearts intact
Been gone so long
I might never come back
I’ll see
See you later
Know that freedom isn’t money
It’s the acres
Where you land
Where you land
I got plans
I got fans
I got Jams
Don’t need friends
I need bands
I need bands