🎶 Boy in the bubble

Verse 1
It was [A#m]6:48, I was walking home
Stepped through the gate, and I'm all alone
I had [D#]chicken on the plate, but the food was cold
Then I covered up my face so that no one knows
[Cb]I didn't want trouble, I'm the boy in the bubble
But [Cb]then came trouble

When my [A#m]mom walked into the living room
She said, "Boy, you gotta tell me what they did to you"
I said, "[D#]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 [Cb]didn't want trouble, I'm the boy in the bubble
But [Cb]then came trouble

Pre-Chorus
And my [A#m]heart was pumping, chest was screaming
[D#]Mind was running, air was freezing
[Cb]Put my hands up, put my hands up
I [Cb]told this kid I'm ready for a fight

Chorus
[A#m]Punch my face, do it 'cause I [D#]like the pain
Every time you [Cb]curse my name
I know you [Ab]want the satisfaction, [D#]it's not gonna happen
[A#m]Knock me out, kick me when I'm [D#]on the ground
It's only gonna [Cb]let you down
Come the [Ab]lightning and the thunder
[D#]You're the one who'll suffer, suffer

Verse 2
Well I [A#m]squared him up, left my chest exposed
He threw a quick left hook and it broke my nose
I had [D#]thick red blood running down my clothes
And a sick, sick look 'cause I like it though
I said I [Cb]didn't want trouble, I'm the boy in the bubble
But [Cb]then came trouble

Pre-Chorus
And my [A#m]heart was pumping, chest was screaming
[D#]Mind was running, nose was bleeding
[Cb]Put my hands up, put my hands up
I [Cb]told this kid I'm ready for a fight

Chorus
[A#m]Punch my face, do it 'cause I [D#]like the pain
Every time you [Cb]curse my name
I know you [Ab]want the satisfaction, [D#]it's not gonna happen
[A#m]Knock me out, kick me when I'm [D#]on the ground
It's only gonna [Cb]let you down
Come the [Ab]lightning and the thunder
[D#]You're the one who'll suffer, suffer

Verse 3
It was [A#m]6:48, he was walking home
With the blood on his hand from my broken nose
But like [D#]every other day, he was scared to go
Back to his house 'cause his pops was home
[Cb]Drowning his troubles in whiskey bubbles
Just [Cb]looking for trouble
Well, there's [A#m]no excuse for the things he did
But there's a lot at home that he's dealing with
Because his [D#]dad's been drunk since he was a kid
And I hope one day that he'll say to him
Put [Cb]down those bubbles and that belt buckle
In this [Cb]broken bubble

Chorus
[A#m]Punch my face, do it 'cause I [D#]like the pain
Every time you [Cb]curse my name
I know you [Ab]want the satisfaction, [D#]it's not gonna happen
[A#m]Knock me out, kick me when I'm [D#]on the ground
It's only gonna [Cb]let you down
Come the [Ab]lightning and the thunder
[D#]You're the one who'll suffer, suffer
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