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letra de guilty - tjb (canada)

[chorus]
i should have k!lled me, thoughts on my mind
they so filthy
tryna call my girl, but she screening all my calls
know i’m guilty
f-cking all these women, bring the p-ssy back
you know i got these inches
got ‘em by the p-ssy, you not trumpin’ on my mission
need the validation, these the trials of submission
feeding my ego, it ain’t too starved when i’m hittin’
got her screaming “harder” like oh baby you like this sh-t

[verse 1]
leave her when i’m done and she like daddy don’t get distant
moving on the low, but she knows that i miss it
when i’m on my way, send me clips of you bending
i just want to stroke, be on par, cruеl intentions
spread your legs apart look likе moses when i’m hittin’
tasted the forbidden fruit, now i’m thinking different
moving like john gotti, pleading fifth through the trenches
no, you never saw me, get the f-ck out of my mentions
these are the trials of my addiction
can’t control the l-st, i’m surrounded by bad b-tches
doing what i love, smoking, drinking, i’m impulsive
when i feel that anger, i get drinking, feel indulgent
running for some comfort, ‘cause i’m truly feeling haunted
consequences of my actions, finally catching on to
all the bad decisions, i done made, i’m feelin’ nauseous
drank the whole mickey, i cannot handle being conscious
[chorus]
i should have k!lled me, thoughts on my mind
they so filthy
tryna call my girl, but she screening all my calls
know i’m guilty
f-cking all these women, bring the p-ssy back
you know i got these inches
got ‘em by the p-ssy, you not trumpin’ on my mission
need the validation, these the trials of submission
feeding my ego, it ain’t too starved when i’m hittin’
got her screaming “harder” like oh baby you like this sh-t

[verse 2]
when i’m in it, acting like a mischief
lowkey, when i’m doing all my business
she like to call me savage when i hit it
f-ck on your baby mama, she “thicc” thicc
i don’t give a f-ck about your hubby, i’m addicted
i’m just tryna bust, got no love for my “hit and quit” list
the devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked
if you wanna dance with the devil, you better listen
drink a full cup of rum, and get smoking on that good sh-t
go back to old habits, don’t you miss it?
blackout on the table, fallout, nuke your whole existence
tell her that you love her, but you switchin’ once there’s distance
i just like to feel numb, i don’t like my own emotions
see, i gotta k!ll my ego ‘fore it k!lls me
and i gotta stop this ‘fore it gets my children
tonight, i’m making changes, like i’m guilty
[chorus]
i should have k!lled me, thoughts on my mind
they so filthy
tryna call my girl, but she screening all my calls
know i’m guilty
f-cking all these women, bring the p-ssy back
you know i got these inches
got ‘em by the p-ssy, you not trumpin’ on my mission
need the validation, these the trials of submission
feeding my ego, it ain’t too starved when i’m hittin’
got her screaming “harder” like oh baby you like this sh-t

- tjb canada

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