you think this would end putting needles in your arms now youre fucking dead dont tell me its not his fault dont tell me cuz i dont care guilt trip
my bod won't work Late in makin' yo nerves straight 'cause they caught ya Hands down when I popped ya, now Let's take a trip to the back of your real guilt
seven drop tops And them Carolina trips and then they grill you the flip Time and date when ya dip, every deal you done dealt And every crib you done built, with no muthafuckin' guilt
drop our livez got plenty sides, realize, they fell off. So many wanna roll, but oh how we stroll, they neva know we're guilty, guilt, so let's make
juice So niggas beware Flesh is out of the doomster I'm down and needed the test and the clown Niggas around me they get down Was housing the nigga
want your head full of either one When the house gets quiet and dark Feeling good, it used to come So damn easy Racing trains from Second Street To Avalon Take a trip down
her self to breath Yet you wear it like a badge of wealth One more ribbon, one more guilt trip Still you would let those bastards live And damn those
like taxidermy dreams bury them in gardens under the weeds let the willows weep wearing freudian slips like evening gowns taking guilt trips from town
since I was a baby And on top of all that these gangbang niggas tripping too, I kept a loaded 380 They tried to brainwash me with the curriculum in high school I never let
leave you alone", remember that? You got me feenin', yeah, feenin', shit, feenin' So, baby, I'm pleading for you to bring your body home to me And let me lay you down
to empty head Try and dream instead Let memory trip and finally slip Like acid in milk Garbage in silk Dripping and oozing your sex over my guilt
it goes,.. " I can't leave you alone," You got my feening, feenin, feenin. So baby i`m pleading for you .. bring your body home to me and let me lay you down
all before. I?ve tried religion, it?s shame and guilt, and I don?t need it anymore. It?s superstation, made-up tales, just to help the weak to survive." "Let
empty. I am Mr. Guilt, everyone is here to feel. I thank you all so much for my next trick, next trip, drive home. (What's happening) (Let's go)
t want your head full of either one when the house gets quiet and dark. Having fun used to be so damned easy, racing trains from 2nd Street to Avalon. Take a trip down
ninety-seven drop tops And them Carolina trips And then they grill you the flip Time and date when ya dip Every deal you done dealt And every crib you done built With no muthafuckin guilt
live them down I'm a prisoner of guilt To my past forever bound To follow the straight and narrow was always on my mind But I let my guard down, I tripped
