- Sylvan LaCue guilt trip 歌詞
- Sylvan LaCue
- Time; relative when the stars align
Feel like my heartll 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 dont know where my fear is
Only feeling with God, elevating my spirit
All hail the divine
If I knew betta Beretta, my life
Isnt a product of many high nights
Riddle with sins in your mind, I
If I dont 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
I know yeah, I know its wrong
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
I know yeah, I know its wrong
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
I know yeah, I know its wrong
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
I know yeah, I know its wrong
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
If I could be anything in this world itd be free
Im feelin like Duckworth, I know it must hurt
Whenever my pride clings, all of my lies sink
Validity opera, all the impostors
I dont 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
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 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
I know its wrong
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
I know yeah, I know its wrong
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
I know yeah, I know its wrong
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
I know yeah, I know its wrong
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Like my girl Lisa Raye do
Make money but dont ever let it make you
Every day, I wake up, brush my teeth and pray to Jesus
Got some Ls on me but Im mouthin with my angel
Back when momma had a pool with us
Had me singin more than new edition
Waitin on my daddy like a new subscription
North shore, daddy had a new prescription
Damn
Fast forward, ***** fast forward
Them bus tickets turn to passports
I dont touch the the stage unless its cash forward
Credit buildin but I still pay cash for it
Swear my girl wont 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 being Wozniak to Steve Jobs
I might **** around and be my best me
New jack city flat top like Im Wesley
One day mama wouldn't dread me
Too afraid them popo would arrest me
1997 pray for new elevens
Came back with the checks and ***** started stressin
Round the same time Wallace went to heaven
I was learning all my lessons
But forgot to count my blessings yeah
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