Guilty Pleasure
I'm more outspoken than most, I was born a ghost
Spent the last two years grabbing coattails
Hit the rails but I didn't fall off the wagon
Hard to say bye like an old friend pa**in'
Whisky is my mate make me feel safe, love hate
Turn a blind eye to my mistakes
Now I wait for the day when I brake no rest
Got a text from my girl say she two weeks late
Got no money ain't it funny how life is
Like you born an MC you don't know where the mic is
Like you born a rebel you don't know where the strike is
Cut your own head off to put it where the pike is
Now I got lamentations, I got a strong urge to avoid confrontation
I just spit this trash to rationalize contemplation
The haves and have-nots, modern day segregation
They say waste not, want not til you hit the jackpot
Big heights, spotlights a long way from my life
Jacob's ladder climbing up to the top
where my daddy used to preach, used to speak in tongues
He'd say "Fire and Brimstone (fire and brimstone) will wait for you!"
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"My flow so dope
My dick so big, you'd think she'd choke
I got good foes and I got good smoke
It's Guilty Pleasure and he's here to elope"
Yeah it's G to the P and I'm stressin', yeah
If you've got an itchy trigger finger shoot me I'm the messenger
Lie in rhymes say I'm fine, I think I need a rescuer
Standing at the precipice, it's scary at the edge and I
Feel like I'm lost in the spaces of my mind
Feel like a penny with two faces on the sides
Different sounds, different times, different people, different lives
Knowing that they'll both collide