It was 6: 48, I was walking homeStepped through the gate, and I'm all aloneI had chicken on the plate, but the food was coldthen I covered up my face so that no one knowsI didn't want troubleI'm the boy in the bubbleBut then came troubleWhen my mom walked into the living roomShe said, "Boy, you gotta tell me what they did to you"I said, "You don't wanna know the things I had to do"She said, "Son, you gotta tell me why you're black and blue"I said I didn't want troubleI'm the boy in the bubbleBut then came troubleAnd my heart was pumpingChest was screamingMind was runningAir was freezingPut my hands upPut my hands upI told this kid I'm ready for a fightPunch my faceDo it 'cause I like the painEvery time you curse my nameI know you want the satisfactionIt's not gonna happenKnock me outKick me when I'm on the groundIt's only gonna let you downCome the lightning and the thunderYou're the one who'll suffer, sufferWell I squared him up, left my chest exposedHe threw a quick left hook and it broke my noseI had thick red blood running down my clothesAnd a sick, sick look 'cause I like it thoughI said I didn't want troubleI'm the boy in the bubbleBut then came troubleAnd my heart was pumpingChest was screamingMind was runningNose was bleedingPut my hands upPut my hands upI told this kid I'm ready for a fightPunch my faceDo it 'cause I like the painEvery time you curse my nameI know you want the satisfactionIt's not gonna happenKnock me outKick me when I'm on the groundIt's only gonna let you downCome the lightning and the thunderYou're the one who'll sufferIt was 6: 48, he was walking homeWith the blood on his hand from my broken noseBut like every other day, he was scared to goBack to his house 'cause his pops was homeDrowning his troubles in whiskey bubblesJust looking for troubleWell, there's no excuse for the things he didBut there's a lot at home that he's dealing withBecause his dad's been drunk since he was a kidAnd I hope one day that he'll say to himPut down those bubbles and that belt buckleIn this broken bubblePunch my faceDo it 'cause I like the painEvery time you curse my nameI know you want the satisfactionIt's not gonna happenKnock me outKick me when I'm on the groundIt's only gonna let you downCome the lightning and the thunderYou're the one who'll suffer, suffer
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It was 6: 48, I was walking home
Stepped through the gate, and I'm all alone
I had chicken on the plate, but the food was cold
then I covered up my face so that no one knows
I didn't want trouble
I'm the boy in the bubble
But then came trouble
When my mom walked into the living room
She said, "Boy, you gotta tell me what they did to you"
I said, "You don't wanna know the things I had to do"
She said, "Son, you gotta tell me why you're black and blue"
I said I didn't want trouble
I'm the boy in the bubble
But then came trouble
And my heart was pumping
Chest was screaming
Mind was running
Air was freezing
Put my hands up
Put my hands up
I told this kid I'm ready for a fight
Punch my face
Do it 'cause I like the pain
Every time you curse my name
I know you want the satisfaction
It's not gonna happen
Knock me out
Kick me when I'm on the ground
It's only gonna let you down
Come the lightning and the thunder
You're the one who'll suffer, suffer
Well I squared him up, left my chest exposed
He threw a quick left hook and it broke my nose
I had thick red blood running down my clothes
And a sick, sick look 'cause I like it though
I said I didn't want trouble
I'm the boy in the bubble
But then came trouble
And my heart was pumping
Chest was screaming
Mind was running
Nose was bleeding
Put my hands up
Put my hands up
I told this kid I'm ready for a fight
Punch my face
Do it 'cause I like the pain
Every time you curse my name
I know you want the satisfaction
It's not gonna happen
Knock me out
Kick me when I'm on the ground
It's only gonna let you down
Come the lightning and the thunder
You're the one who'll suffer
It was 6: 48, he was walking home
With the blood on his hand from my broken nose
But like every other day, he was scared to go
Back to his house 'cause his pops was home
Drowning his troubles in whiskey bubbles
Just looking for trouble
Well, there's no excuse for the things he did
But there's a lot at home that he's dealing with
Because his dad's been drunk since he was a kid
And I hope one day that he'll say to him
Put down those bubbles and that belt buckle
In this broken bubble
Punch my face
Do it 'cause I like the pain
Every time you curse my name
I know you want the satisfaction
It's not gonna happen
Knock me out
Kick me when I'm on the ground
It's only gonna let you down
Come the lightning and the thunder
You're the one who'll suffer, suffer
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