Sylvan LaCue - Guilt Trip Lyrics

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