"guilty" lyrics
Yung Crusha & ChrispyD Lyrics
What's up in the air tonight?
I don't really know
Why do they wanna stay?
I don't know, I'm on my own
Come on
I'm guilty
Stuff I'm doing right now, I'll feel at fifty
And I started this shit when I was fifteen
So tell me, will I ever fucking be a memory?
God, I'm so guilty
I'm tryna meet God tonight but all I see is Satan
I guess I'm like every other legend in the making
So give me all your pills, yeah, I'm putting on my apron
Yeah, it's getting real tonight, I don't know if I'ma make it
Really fucking hate the way my brain work, I stay sedated
I need a bad little bitch with a drug induced fragrance
I got a pinch of the rock star life, I love to taste it
And nothing can change me, young and wasted
I'm guilty
Stuff I'm doing right now, I'll feel at fifty
And I started this shit when I was fifteen
So tell me, will I ever fucking be a memory?
God, I'm so guilty
Don't need a judge or jury, just an executioner
'Cause I done did this shit about a hundred million times before
I confessed my crimes, now I'm at the mercy of the court
Pushed away my friends and all the folks who showed me some support
Go and give me the chair, I know that I'm a dead man
Everybody there, they were saying amen
At this point in time I refuse to show repentance
Said "Your honor go and give me the max sentence 'cause"
I'm guilty
Stuff I'm doing right now, I'll feel at fifty
And I started this shit when I was fifteen
So tell me, will I ever fucking be a memory?
God, I'm so guilty
I don't really know
Why do they wanna stay?
I don't know, I'm on my own
Come on
I'm guilty
Stuff I'm doing right now, I'll feel at fifty
And I started this shit when I was fifteen
So tell me, will I ever fucking be a memory?
God, I'm so guilty
I'm tryna meet God tonight but all I see is Satan
I guess I'm like every other legend in the making
So give me all your pills, yeah, I'm putting on my apron
Yeah, it's getting real tonight, I don't know if I'ma make it
Really fucking hate the way my brain work, I stay sedated
I need a bad little bitch with a drug induced fragrance
I got a pinch of the rock star life, I love to taste it
And nothing can change me, young and wasted
I'm guilty
Stuff I'm doing right now, I'll feel at fifty
And I started this shit when I was fifteen
So tell me, will I ever fucking be a memory?
God, I'm so guilty
Don't need a judge or jury, just an executioner
'Cause I done did this shit about a hundred million times before
I confessed my crimes, now I'm at the mercy of the court
Pushed away my friends and all the folks who showed me some support
Go and give me the chair, I know that I'm a dead man
Everybody there, they were saying amen
At this point in time I refuse to show repentance
Said "Your honor go and give me the max sentence 'cause"
I'm guilty
Stuff I'm doing right now, I'll feel at fifty
And I started this shit when I was fifteen
So tell me, will I ever fucking be a memory?
God, I'm so guilty
