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letra de guilt trip - yazoo (rapper)

[verse 1: yazoo]
fast forward to britain drive
high school it wasn’t sh-t if i just skipped a cl-ss
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 p-ssed, 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 p-ssed 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-gg- 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-gg- 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 p-ssing grades, i was p-ssed 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 h-ll with it”, juggling women i failed with
smothering me with that care sh-t, eventually trying to bail quick
sh-t, i’m the faith healer mixed with the cake dealer
it feels great that i’m great, you ain’t either
i’m f-cking b-tches n-gg- paint spilla
getting all the hoes, n-gg-s ain’t iller
than me, f-cking b-tches n-gg- every night
i’m a killer on the mic, black mike

…and i’m still wondering

[hook 2: yazoo]
why i feel so guilty?
how a n-gg- 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-gg- this clean so filthy?
why i gotta do me like that?
this king had everything but i lose it like that huh?

- yazoo rapper

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