Guilt Trip Songtext
von Payette

Waiting for the beat to drop
So I crack my lid and spill my thoughts
Sometimes I think music′s all I've got
Can′t be content and I can't stop
If I made it, it's a bop
Trunk knocking, head bobbing pop
Friends rolling up like they′re tryna take off
Head in the clouds from whatever they brought

Head up in the clouds, yeah
My brain is in space
Feeling kinda dizzy, uh
Disassociate
Everything is fuzzy, yeah
′Till I'm pressing play
Then I know
It′s okay, it's okay, it′s okay


Head up in the clouds, yeah
My brain is in space
Feeling kinda dizzy, uh
Disassociate
Everything is fuzzy, yeah
'Till I′m pressing play
Then I know
It's okay, it's okay, it′s okay

Yo
"What kind of music do you make?"
"Which genre is your favorite?"
"Who inspires you today?"
Why can I only pick one?
It all goes so hard, there′s so many to pick from
I guess I'm sick of doing one thing
It′s boring and really not me
Besides, cliques are just a myth
Turn that shit up and be proud
Fuck a guilt trip

Head up in the clouds, yeah
My brain is in space
Feeling kinda dizzy, uh
Disassociate
Everything is fuzzy, yeah
'Till I′m pressing play
Then I know
It's okay, it′s okay, it's okay


Head up in the clouds, yeah
My brain is in space
Feeling kinda dizzy, uh
Disassociate
Everything is fuzzy, yeah
'Till I′m pressing play
Then I know
It′s okay, it's okay, it′s okay

I've been chilling by myself
Making music for a minute
Everything I make, you know it gets me in my feelings
All my niggas love my hits
But I just did that shit for business
Now I do it for myself and no one else can get my winnings
(Right thing, I did the right thing)
Tryna do the shit I wanna do
Anybody saying somethin′ different they ain't coming through
I just got a crib with my niggas and some money too

Now it′s pretty boy trap every track that I'm on
Believing in myself because I know I'm not alone
Been looking at my shelf and all my figures lookin′ swole
And shout out Ugly God, cause that nigga gave me hope
And shout out to my brothers who done put me on this trip
I thought I was worth a dime
Y′all taught me I was worth the drip
Now I'm looking at my life, and I know that I′m legit
Making up for wasted time
'Cause I know I′m worth a shit, nigga

Head up in the clouds, yeah
My brain is in space
Feeling kinda dizzy, uh
Disassociate
Everything is fuzzy, yeah
'Till I′m pressing play
Then I know
It's okay, it's okay, it′s okay

Head up in the clouds, yeah
My brain is in space
Feeling kinda dizzy, uh
Disassociate
Everything is fuzzy, yeah
′Till I'm pressing play
Then I know
It′s okay, it's okay, it′s okay

(Make music, maybe make money)
(Write another song, just keep the hits coming)
(No stopping, no other options)
(Throw it to the wind, I'm done with caution)

(Make music, money, money)
(Write another song, just write another song, just)
(No stopping, no, no, no)
(Throw it to the wind, I′m done)