Strumming Pattern: DUDU----
Verse 1
It was [Bm]6:48, I was walking home
Stepped through the gate, and I'm all alone
I had [Em]chicken on the plate, but the food was cold
Then I covered up my face so that no one knows
[D]I didn't want trouble, I'm the boy in the bubble
But [F#]then came trouble
When my [Bm]mom walked into the living room
She said, "Boy, you gotta tell me what they did to you"
I said, "[Em]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 [D]didn't want trouble, I'm the boy in the bubble
But [F#]then came trouble
Pre-Chorus
And my [Bm]heart was pumping, chest was screaming
[Em]Mind was running, air was freezing
[D]Put my hands up, put my hands up
I [F#]told this kid I'm ready for a fight
Chorus
[Bm]Punch my face, do it 'cause I [Em]like the pain
Every time you [D]curse my name
I know you [Em]want the satisfaction, [F#]it's not gonna happen
[Bm]Knock me out, kick me when I'm [Em]on the ground
It's only gonna [D]let you down
Come the [Em]lightning and the thunder
[F#]You're the one who'll suffer, suffer
Verse 2
Well I [Bm]squared him up, left my chest exposed
He threw a quick left hook and it broke my nose
I had [Em]thick red blood running down my clothes
And a sick, sick look 'cause I like it though
I said I [D]didn't want trouble, I'm the boy in the bubble
But [F#]then came trouble
Pre-Chorus
And my [Bm]heart was pumping, chest was screaming
[Em]Mind was running, nose was bleeding
[D]Put my hands up, put my hands up
I [F#]told this kid I'm ready for a fight
Chorus
[Bm]Punch my face, do it 'cause I [Em]like the pain
Every time you [D]curse my name
I know you [Em]want the satisfaction, [F#]it's not gonna happen
[Bm]Knock me out, kick me when I'm [Em]on the ground
It's only gonna [D]let you down
Come the [Em]lightning and the thunder
[F#]You're the one who'll suffer, suffer
Verse 3
It was [Bm]6:48, he was walking home
With the blood on his hand from my broken nose
But like [Em]every other day, he was scared to go
Back to his house 'cause his pops was home
[D]Drowning his troubles in whiskey bubbles
Just [F#]looking for trouble
Well, there's [Bm]no excuse for the things he did
But there's a lot at home that he's dealing with
Because his [Em]dad's been drunk since he was a kid
And I hope one day that he'll say to him
Put [D]down those bubbles and that belt buckle
In this [F#]broken bubble
Chorus
[Bm]Punch my face, do it 'cause I [Em]like the pain
Every time you [D]curse my name
I know you [Em]want the satisfaction, [F#]it's not gonna happen
[Bm]Knock me out, kick me when I'm [Em]on the ground
It's only gonna [D]let you down
Come the [Em]lightning and the thunder
[F#]You're the one who'll suffer, suffer
