Sylvan LaCue - Guilt Trip lyrics

[Verse 1] Time; relative when the stars align Feel like my heart'll fall out of line Money and murder all on my mind I pull up eradicate on a dime When I die I want all my words in a shrine Bury me 20 feet under pyramids I don't know where my fear is Only feeling with God, elevating my spirit All hail the divine If I knew betta' Beretta, my life Isn't a product of many high nights Riddle with sins in your mind, I If I don't get glory what is your life, like Bane in my reflection, plans for you before momma had c-section Plans for you before daddy was finessin' All of your dreams mesh with mine Many children alike, I Fillin' my voids with worldly pleasures What is success, why do I measure? Physical gain max the pressure Imma need a 745 dripped in leather Paradise hundred mill, kodak perfect weather [Hook] I know yeah, I know it's wrong Whoa whoa whoa whoa I know yeah, I know it's wrong Whoa whoa whoa whoa I know yeah, I know it's wrong Whoa whoa whoa whoa I know yeah, I know it's wrong Whoa whoa whoa whoa [Verse 2] If I could be anything in this world it'd be free I'm feelin' like Duckworth, I know it must hurt Whenever my pride clings, all of my lies sink Validity opera, all the impostors I don't know the meaning of living inside the moment Forsake gratitude often, I condone it I am only human, God knows my components Eyes in the mirror look at my opponent k** a hundred rappers, I send my condolences This a figment of my imagination I don't know if I deserve the admiration These days know you gotta bring half 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 feeling of need more to be more Devil and God on a seesaw [Hook] I know it's wrong Whoa whoa whoa whoa I know yeah, I know it's wrong Whoa whoa whoa whoa I know yeah, I know it's wrong Whoa whoa whoa whoa I know yeah, I know it's wrong Whoa whoa whoa whoa [instrumental change] [Verse 3] Like my girl Lisa Raye do Make money but don't ever let it make you Every day, I wake up, brush my teeth and pray to Jesus Got some Ls on me but I'm mouthin' with my angel Back when momma had a pool with us Had me singin' more than new edition Waitin' on my daddy like the news subscription North shore, daddy had a new prescription Damn Fast forward, n***a fast forward Them bus tickets turn to pa**ports I don't touch the the stage unless it's cash forward Credit buildin' but I still pay cash for it Swear my girl won't ever take a week off Make love then it's lemon pepper chicken with the sweet sauce Educated plus she got like three jobs Told me what I look like being Wozniak to Steve Jobs I might f** around and be my best me New jack city flat top like I'm Wesley One day mama wouldn’t dread me Too afraid them popo would arrest me 1997 pray for new elevens Came back with the Shaq's and n***a started stressin' 'Round the same time Wallace went to heaven I was learning all my lessons but forgot to count my blessings