It’s just I, myself and me
Well you know what they say
Trouble comes in three (x4)
You’ve got to leave your troubles behind
Ain’t no questions
I don’t lie
You’ve got to leave your troubles behind
Let your soul shine
Let your soul shine bright
Rap Verse 1
You can’t stop O
I don’t stress to drop flows
The road to success is filled with potholes
I let the pen release stress on the white sheet
Or at night I can’t sleep mind playing tricks on me
Like them ghetto boys in Houston
I’m trying to conjure up solutions
But it all adds up to my confusion
I sit create with hopes to alleviate
The drama in my life I’m trying to consolidate
Me and my peeps congregate we’re on the same boat
Sinking fast calling for help but staying afloat
So I drink and smoke roll up a blunt take a toke
But in the end I’m still broke can’t afford a car note
Stress living in a mess always upset
Invest then why would I settle for less
Is this suppose to be me slave work an hourly
Behind a desk cowardly crying about my salary
Just imagine my family relative anxiety
Grandma passed away pops gave up sobriety
And I might end up like him it’s more than likely
This frights me and I gotta think about it nightly
Ayo for real we gotta drop an album
But with no distribution lucky if we sell a thousand
Ayo for real we gotta drop an album
But with no distribution lucky if we sell a thousand
You’ve got to leave your troubles behind
Ain’t no questions
I don’t lie
You’ve got to leave your troubles behind
Let your soul shine
Let your soul shine bright
It’s just I, myself and me
Well you know what they say
Trouble comes in three (x4)