Robert Baker - Guilt Trip lyrics

[Verse 1: Yazoo] Fast forward to Britain Drive High school it wasn't sh** if I just skipped a cla** Hype times that you remember when you feel alive Cyphers in the same gym where I was picked last Born an outcast, I'ma fight till I die Many a day has pa**ed, the night has gone by Wonder if I'll ever heal, to myself I would lie Still got a will to live, but a license to die Wonn in the studio, his mom's serving us fu-fu He tried to put me down with the 5, he had a screw loose While he was throwing up sets, I was just perfecting my message I had the earn the respect, now I'm a guru Back then, scared of my abseeence Mama was a teacher, she was scared of our accents People asking where im from, so taxin' 40 from atlanta, hit Suwannee, you pa**ed it So drive slow Mama moved me from Mississippi so I'd grow And become the best role model that i've known At the time the only changes was the time zone The transition affects everybody differently Staying at my aunt house next to grandma house Went from parties every year and blowing candles out To granny having a stroke that really psyched me out To me sitting right beside her having to wipe her mouth No kid that young should have to see that But, I didn't have to lie and say I'll be back I couldn't face it then, and probably still can't 'Cause if the money stop coming don't mean the bills ain't [Hook: Yazoo] Why I feel so guilty? How a n***a this clean so filthy? Why you gotta do me like that? The king had everything but he lose it like that huh? Why I feel so guilty? How a n***a this clean so filthy? Why you gotta do me like that? The king had everything but he lose it like that huh? [Verse 2: Yazoo] Boarding school my Senior year, I was shipped off Barely pa**ing grades, I was pissed off Barely had a name, still gettin off Barely had a game, on the bench sauced Loving the face, rubbing the waist Giving her something to chase She wanting saving was nothing but crazy but wanted me wearing a cape What could I say? Except "the hell with it", juggling women I failed with Smothering me with that care sh**, eventually trying to bail quick sh**, I'm the faith healer mixed with the cake dealer It feels great that I'm great, you ain't either I'm f**ing b**hes n***a paint spilla Getting all the hoes, n***as ain't iller Than me, f**ing b**hes n***a every night I'm a k**er on the mic, black Mike ...And I'm still wondering [Hook 2: Yazoo] Why I feel so guilty? How a n***a this clean so filthy? Why I gotta do me like that? This king had everything but I lose it like that huh? Why I feel so guilty? How a n***a this clean so filthy? Why I gotta do me like that? This king had everything but I lose it like that huh?