Rumble - Southern Avenue
Written by：Tierinii Jackson/Ori Naftaly/Tikyra Jackson/Daniel McKee
Came home late 'bout 3 in the mornin'
Tennessee Whiskey got my feelings flowin'
Intuition got me in my crazy zone
Hot headed scene I've got my pressure boilin'
Careful with the rage
Kicked down the door
Caught them red handed
And now I'm 'bout to blow
I've reached for my gun
It's how I try to get goin'
So I call it by the hair and I sit 'em down
Come on
We start to rumble
Hey
We start to rumble
Hey
We start to rumble
Hey
We start to rumble
Hey
We start to rumble
Hey
We start to rumble
Hey
We start to rumble
Hey
We start to rumble
Come on
What gave you the nerve to go and do me wrong
Bringin' that trash up in my home
I worked my fingers right down to the bones
So that you were privileged and comfortable
He said you worked too hard you're always on the road
What about my needs
What about my goals
She holds me at night
And she listens to me
We all can catch his a** whoopin' before you leave
Come on
We start to rumble
Hey
We start to rumble
Hey
We start to rumble
Hey
We start to rumble
Hey
We start to rumble
Hey
We start to rumble
Hey
We start to rumble
Hey
We start to rumble
Come on
Well I'm tired of all your lies
So this time
You're gonna get it
I'm makin' it my business
Now rise
You can see the crazy on my face
You can smell the anger through my veins
So you better get goin'
If you know what's at stake
Come on
We start to rumble
Hey
We start to rumble
Hey
We start to rumble
Hey
We start to rumble
Hey
We start to rumble
Oh
We tryin' to rumble
Ima show you rumble
He e ey
We start to rumble
But I'm tired of all your lies
So this time
You're gonna get it
I'm makin' it my business
Now rise
You can see the crazy on my face
You can smell the anger through my veins
So you better get goin'
If you know what's at stake
Hey yeah yeah
Ohh ohh
Oh no more ho
You lost your rabid mind
Bringin' that lovely hump up into my house
What do you think this is
Who you tryin' to fool
Not Tiana Jackson
You got the wrong one
