[Verse 1]\nI was twelve with a bass in my hand\nToo young for the bars, but I played in the band\nSmoke in the air and the jukebox loud\nRunning with an older, rowdier crowd\nMarijuana, pills, a little too much beer\nLiving too fast, shifting every gear\n\n[Chorus]\nI wasn’t born bad, but I learned real quick\nHow to fake it, how to take it, how to never get sick\nSkippin’ class, chasing kicks, chasing girls on the double\nDidn’t choose the path — I was raised on trouble\nYeah, I was raised on trouble\n\n[Verse 2]\nFourteen and gone — ran off from home\nChasing something wild I could call my own\nI never stole, never fought, but I walked that line\nWith a chip on my shoulder and beer on my mind\nTrouble didn’t scare me, it knew my name\nAnd the devil in the mirror looked just the same\n\n[Chorus]\nI wasn’t born bad, but I learned real quick\nHow to fake it, how to take it, how to never get sick\nSkippin’ class, chasing kicks, chasing girls on the double\nDidn’t choose the path — I was raised on trouble\nYeah, I was raised on trouble\n\n[Bridge]\nAin’t proud of it all, but I won’t pretend\nMade my peace with the roads I’ve been\nI left the drugs, kept the stage\nNow my soul gets clean when I hit that bass\n\n[Final Chorus]\nI wasn’t born bad, but I damn sure bent\nEvery rule they made and every dime I spent\nDidn’t wind up dead, didn’t wind up in rubble\nBut I still carry scars from being raised on trouble\nYeah, I was raised on trouble\nStill got that fire in my blood like a rebel\n\n[Outro – Spoken or Sung Gritty]\nTwelve years old in a world full of smoke...\nBass in my hands — I never let go...\nYeah...\nI was raised on trouble.