Asher Roth - Troubled Life lyrics

It was late on the week, I just got off
Part time job
Worked too hard? I don't think so
Check my messages, Joey at a place we can go
Called him back, said I might roll, maybe not
Got home, laid low
Checked the score to the game
Called my man, told him about Joe's
He heard the same said he heard it's insane
People there be stressing
Now I told him give me a minute and
I'll be there to check it out
I showered quick as shit, that's all I needed
Threw on some jeans and a tee with it
Nothing special
Smoked some weed up and rolled a blunt tight
Took a few puffs to get me feeling right
It's essential
Took off, told my girl I'm chill the night
Yo I never really lie but I had to
See I'm telling 'em I'm single
Girl is feeling me, you know how I do

This can't be real, I must be dreaming
This troubled life is not for me, man
Somebody pinch me, I think I'm sleeping
Time is wasting, I gotta get up
This can't be real, I must be dreaming
This troubled life is not for me, man
Somebody pinch me, I think I'm sleeping
Time is wasting, I gotta get up

Hold up
Say what's up to my thugs in the front
Yeah we finished off the blunt then we went
At once there's a bunch of tough
Talk all up on me
Saying they gon' beat my ass
Ever since they saw me
Hardly wasn't worried 'cause surely
I wouldn't back down dude was in a fury
It ain't no looking back down
He pushed first, I pushed back
Swung, turned, I punched him back
A couple hooks and then a jab, I'm too much
Before I can do more there's
A knock at the door
"Nobody move, hands on the floor" Hell nah
I'm stressing 'cause I'm messing with
A year of probation
Possession of herbal essence
And public intoxication
Why would I sit waiting
And blatantly get arrested
I could, get away undetected
Not to mention my family would
Never even find out
I just need a place for the
Night to chill and hide out

This can't be real, I must be dreaming
This troubled life is not for me, man
Somebody pinch me, I think I'm sleeping
Time is wasting, I gotta get up
This can't be real, I must be dreaming
This troubled life is not for me, man
Somebody pinch me, I think I'm sleeping
Time is wasting, I gotta get up

So I took off full force
Through the back yard
First over the fence but fell on my back
Got back up and then
Cut through the neighbors
Tossed the weed and the rolling papers
No biggie ran for a little, stopped to rest
It's probably the weed smoke
That stopped my breath
But stop the press 'cause the cops
Are hot on my ass
Little did I know the whole
Time they followed my path, fuck it
Ran all the way down to Walnut Street
Check the status of the cops
They hadn't stalled a beat
They had caught up with me
Said if I move they'll shoot
Now I'm thinking to myself "What
The hell do I do?" oh well
Put up my arms and I turned around slowly
Hoping I wouldn't catch more
Charges than Kobe
Once that police car came, sirens and all
That's when my alarm went off, I was dreaming

This can't be real, I must be dreaming
This troubled life is not for me, man
Somebody pinch me, I think I'm sleeping
Time is wasting, I gotta get up
This can't be real, I must be dreaming
This troubled life is not for me, man
Somebody pinch me, I think I'm sleeping
Time is wasting, I gotta get up
This can't be real, I must be dreaming
This troubled life is not for me, man
Somebody pinch me, I think I'm sleeping
Time is wasting, I gotta get up
This can't be real, I must be dreaming
This troubled life is not for me, man
Somebody pinch me, I think I'm sleeping
Time is wasting, I gotta get up