Guilt Trip
Sylvan LaCue
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Time; relative when the stars align Feel like my heart fall out of line Money and murder hollow my mind I, pull up eradicate on a dime When I, die I want all my words in a shrine Bury me 20 feet on the pyramids I dont know where my fear is Only feeling where god, elevating my spirit All hail the divine, if I do wet a beretta my life Isnt a product of many hive minds Riddle with sins in your mind, I If i dont get glory what is your life, like Bane in my reflection, plans before you before momma had c-section Plans before you before daddy was finessin All of your dreams mesh with mine Many children alike, I Fillin my voids with wordly pleasures What is success, why do i measure? Physical gain max the pressure Ima need a 745 dripped in leather Paradise hundred mill, kodak perfect weather I know yea I know its wrong Woa woa woa woa I know yea I know its wrong Woa woa woa woa I know yea I know its wrong Woa woa woa woa I know yea I know its wrong Woa woa woa woa If I could be anything on this earth it'd be free Im feelin like duckworth, I know it must hurt Whenever my pride clings, all of my lies sin Validity opera, only imposters I dont know the meaning of living inside the moment Forsake gratitude I do not condone it I am only human god knows my components Eyes in the mirror look at my component Kill a hundred rappers I send my condolences This a figment of my imagination I dont know if I deserve the admiration These days know you gotta bring have the patience I remember when I was desperate had to make it Bleed to set this feed my restless need to impeach my precious sense of self The feelin of need of mud to bma Devil and god im feelin seasunk I know yea I know its wrong Woa woa woa woa I know yea I know its wrong Woa woa woa woa I know yea I know its wrong Woa woa woa woa I know yea I know its wrong Woa woa woa woa Like my girl lisa ray do Make money but dont ever let it make you Every day i wake up brush my teeth and pray to jesus Got some mells on me but im mouthin with my angel Back when momma had a pool with us Had more singin than new edition Waitin on my daddy like a new subscription Not sure daddy had a new prescription Damn Fast forward nigga fast forward Them bus tickets turn to passport I dont touch the the stage unless theres cash for it Credit buildin but i still pay cash for it Swear my girl won't ever take a week off Make love then its lemon pepper chicken with the sweet sauce Educated plus she got like three jobs Told me what i look like wozniak to steve jobs I might fuckin run up in my best booth New jack city flat town like im wesley Yung baby mama with the dread Too afraid the popo will arrest me 1997 pray for new elevens Came back with the jacksons niggas startin stressin Bout the same time while it was winter heaven I was learnin all my lessons but forgot to count my blessings
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