Trouble Shooting Paroles

Let's face it
Running from trouble's just a wasted
Kinda funny, I can taste it
My fortunes seem to have misplaced it
Let's face it
Running from trouble's just a wasted
Kinda funny, I can taste it
My fortunes seem to have misplaced it (Yo, yo)

A training white [?] park, my star spangled banner
Enter my freedom, face masked in a jangle
Dropped in a web of trouble, I untangled it
Wrangled up my goldеn horse, then I angled it
Right into thе center of war, against my nemesis
He sworn to be my enemy, right from his genesis
Born to scorn, to be adorned as Bobby Digital
I decapitate this naked bird that's physical

I'm on the inside running a mile Let's face it
Running from trouble's just a wasted
Kinda funny, I can taste it
My fortunes seem to have misplaced it

Everywhere I go, Lord knows, trouble's what I find