Текст песни Critical Acclaim - Ghais Guevara

Well, I could hear it in the suite, in the hotel Suite
And then sometimes when I went
When Kim lived on
70th-somethin' street
And I would go upstairs wit'
Diddy, you could hear the shit in the hallway
And I would just shake my head when he'd come out

Every terror has a biblical script
So he could reason wit' error and the sins he commit
It's written, 6:32, your Proverbs read strong
Know that I bleed long, when your enkephalin jogs
And you pack your bags then you hurry home
Tryin' to purify the house of those who taught me wrong
Ubiquitous in our hip-hop songs
Commemoration of the patriarchal brawn that the man brought on
Look, matrifocal focus was stripped and beat to a limp
Loose coinin' of the terms, heard your boy was a simp
Sweaty palms when I boggle in awe, tryin' to be one wit' my God
Why she get it backwards and label me as a dog?
Told my homie start puttin' me on, he Edward Snowden from the whip
Got her wishin' she could just disappear
Titillated in a way you would fear, we not the same
How you fuckin' on a girl that don't want to show face?

Familiar through flesh, but she don't got a name
Pain in the chest, nigga, that's a cold case
Said you's a flirt, but you really just vain
Said she'd come through but she never really came
Niggas catchin' bodies for the critical acclaim
You just caught a body, but you feel no shame
You just caught a body, but you feel no shame
What a shame, what a shame, what a shame, uh

Shawty so thick, he get blurred lines
He took the whole riff, now the court say he got to pay a fine
What's the price on pride? Had to drop everythin' I'm doin'
'Cause she tryin' to move forward, but the past keep pursuin'
She recalls every thought, every smell, every sound
Every touch, every detail way too much
Face in our hands, recollection of times wit' my mans
The one who'd rather do a whole fight than a dance
It's a trance, big bro'd the most dishonorable nigga
Villainous instances where I found a fatherly figure
'Cause I was dodgin' the nigga, had me rockin' two pairs of jeans
Fuck the other shit, them other niggas gettin' to the cream
Nowadays, I hear the late-night screams and bad dreams
'Cause a nigga's big bro made her misery his theme
Metal in my palm for I hated my enablement
One weird move from a nigga, l'ma blaze his shit

But when you movin' off guilt then the love ain't the same
You doin' this for her or is you tryin' to save face?
We know your intentions, and you finna see the day
Heard you pick and choose when a shawty should be saved
Heard you catchin' bodies for the critical acclaim
You just want the body just to heal your shame
You just want the body just to heal your shame
What a shame, what a shame, what a shame, uh

And I can't say I embody yo' strife
But I've walked down wit' that feelin' in life
The best-kept secrets eat our core
Until we can't feel joy anymore