Temptation

Yo I'm talking bout, temptation, things that run through your head
Like I wonder what my friend's girlfriend's like in bed
Yo, I bet sometimes she thinks of me instead
Greed, that has to do with more than your need
Sin, that's usually what temptation leads
Turnin into an addiction in an instant, take heed
Feeding off your ego, cash, confusion and sex
That's why like every eight months you end up back with your ex
For a couple days and then remember why it wasn't meant to be
Go your separate ways and think I wonder what got into me
You're done but then another eight months comes around eventually
Vicious circle, I've done some things that aren't worth mentioning
Temptation made me do some things I regret
Easy to fall into, but hard to forget
Used to put the blame on others, but that's a bunch of nonsense
Now I try to focus and just listen to my conscience

Yo I'm talking bout, temptation and it's relation to the human nation
The obvious: money, drugs, sexual frustration
How else can you explain public funding brains?
The escalating murder rate, and the climb to fame
It makes men touch parts that are not to be
It makes women clutch parts that are a part of me
So all that surface level service is the day to day
An ongoing basis in desire and display
The first sensation recognized by script
We can't detach ourselves from it once we get into it
And why would we, it feels better with the shadows close
A comfortable feeling of comparing yours to overdose
Sometimes innocent, at other times consequential
Nine out of the ten times done it's purely confidential
Harder to handle when your crew's talking in your ear
Until you learn to abstain it draws you near
Temptation