🔥Find DjStiG on Youtube!🔥 👍Like , comment & subscribe. I'll return the favor! ❤️🔥 ⚡https://youtube.com/@DjStiGMusic ⚡https://djstig.com/discord ⚡https://djstig.com/ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Intro — Spoken swagger over dark synth] I'm the Canadian dream. Yeah, the boots stay on till I notice your floor. Then I take 'em off. I got manners. Trouble! Trouble! Trouble! Trouble! Trouble! (GOOD TO YOU!) [Verse 1 — Bouncy rap, heavy bass] Black coat, cold grin, snow on the windshield, Walk in like the final boss signed a record deal. Quebec on my tongue, got a bite in the banter, Voice like a chainsaw, face says bad manners. Big talk, broad chest, whole room looking, Smoke in the speakers like something's cooking. Got a wicked little wink and a dangerous laugh, Then I hold your coat while you tighten the strap. She said, You look like trouble. I said, That's fair. Then ruined my image by pulling her chair. I'm a menace, apparently; check my offences: Turned up the bass and offended the fences. Neighbour came knocking, prepared for a fight, I said, Shit, my bad. You work early, right? Now he's got my number if he needs a hand. Hard to look evil with a shovel in your hand. [Pre-Chorus — Melodic lift] Let the low end growl, Let the whole room shake. I've been working all week— Let the good boy misbehave. [Chorus — Huge melodic hook, screamed responses] Trouble! Trouble! That's the word on the street. Got a heart of gold And a mouth full of gasoline. Come a little closer, There's a smile behind these teeth. I can raise a little hell And still be good to you. (GOOD TO YOU!) GOOD TO YOU! Yeah, I can raise a little hell And still be good to you. [Verse 2 — Playful rap, sharper guitar accents] You like that rough voice? I've got plenty. Sounds like a haunted truck doing one-twenty. But ask me what I want when the lights go low: Your head on my chest and nowhere to go. Wait—was that sweet? Strike that from the record. Bring back the smoke and the skull on the necklace. I had this whole dark mystery planned, Then your cold little fingers got hold of my hand. Now I'm outside warming up your seat, Looking like a villain with the heat on three. You laugh, There goes your reputation. Damn right. Victim of consideration. I'll talk that shit till the windows rattle, Turn one little kiss to a heavyweight battle With the grin I'm hiding—I'm losing it badly. You say my name and the monster looks happy. [Pre-Chorus — Rising synth, gritty melody] Let the low end growl, Let the whole room shake. I've been working all week— Let the good boy misbehave. [Chorus — Huge melodic hook, screamed responses] Trouble! Trouble! That's the word on the street. Got a heart of gold And a mouth full of gasoline. Come a little closer, There's a smile behind these teeth. I can raise a little hell And still be good to you. (GOOD TO YOU!) GOOD TO YOU! Yeah, I can raise a little hell And still be good to you. [Verse 3 — Tight rap building into harsh vocals] I don't need a broken heart to make my chest look bigger, Don't need somebody crying just to call myself a winner. All that stage smoke, all that thunder in my throat, Still the guy who gives his buddy his last twenty when he's broke. Keep it quiet, though, I'm selling this menace. Can't have kindness getting loose in the credits. Got a skull on my shirt and a cat on my lap, She fell asleep, so I'm stuck like that. Phone out of reach and I'm missing my session, Tiny little paws got me under possession. That's your nightmare? That's your beast? Won't move a muscle till she's done with her sleep. But the second that the microphone wakes— Teeth in the rhythm and cracks in the stage. I put my worst in the sound I make, Then take my best back home at the end of the day. [Breakdown — Half-time, death growls and gang responses] BIG BAD WOLF! (Who walked you home?) ALL THOSE TEETH! (Who picked up the phone?) MAKE THAT NOISE! LET THAT SPEAKER BLOW! I've got nothing to prove By leaving you cold! [Instrumental Solo — Shredding guitar, icy synth, double-kick surge] [Final Chorus — Full choir, melodic lead, growled doubles] Trouble! Trouble! That's the word on the street. Got a heart of gold And a mouth full of gasoline. Come a little closer, There's a smile behind these teeth. I can raise a little hell And still be good to you. (GOOD TO YOU!) GOOD TO YOU! Let the whole town talk, Let the bass come through. I can raise a little hell And still be good to you. [Outro — Spoken, amused] There goes my reputation. You hungry? I'm buying. [Instrumental Outro — Heavy guitar stomp, fading synth]
