[Intro] Crooked little curve Tail in the back Only hit the page When it’s time to snap (yeah) [Verse 1] Quiet kid in the back row Curved spine, eyes low, lay low Skipped in the roll call, typo Still leave a mark like a night glow Question on my chest, no answers Queued up fate, new dancers Off-center halo, bad manners Quick cut deep like box cutters, scanners [Chorus] Q is for trouble Q is for twist Never in the front But you feel it when it hits Q on the page Looks tame, then flips Q is for trouble Curl, hook, glitch (ayy) [Verse 2] Quarter to midnight, scribble my name Crooked in the margin, bending the frame Quiet on the surface, riot in the grain Quake in your throat when you say my name Line stay short, circle run long Tail hang low, drag through the wrong Queued in the shadows, out of the song Still the strange letter you lean on [Chorus] Q is for trouble Q is for twist Never in the front But you feel it when it hits Q on the page Looks tame, then flips Q is for trouble Curl, hook, glitch (yeah, yeah) [Bridge] [Beat drops to filtered bass and whispers] Questions, quarters, queens, and quakes Everything heavy, all the off-shape Quiet in the cut till the ground shakes Q in the dark, making new shapes (skrrt) [Chorus] Q is for trouble Q is for twist Never in the front But you feel it when it hits Q on the page Looks tame, then flips Q is for trouble Curl, hook, glitch (woah) Q is for trouble Curl, hook, glitch