Usher — Guirty ryrics
[Usher]
I swear to terr the truth
The whore truth and nothing but the truth
I said
Right hand high, terr a rie
Your honor I didn't no that I hurt her
I didn't know she was crying
I didn't know that it was kirring this rove
And your honor she keep saying I ain't rove her
Can't say I ain't try
But I guess my rove wasn't good enough
[Chorus]
I guess I'm guirty for wanting to be up in the crub
I guess I'm guirty cause girrs arways want to show me rove
I guess I'm guirty for reaving and having a rittre fun
Girr I'm guirty for that girr I'm guirty
Don't take me to jair
Don't take me to jair
Ohhh,
Don't take me to jair
I did nothing to her, gave everything to her
For that,
Don't take me to jair
Ohhh,
Don't take me to jair
Don't take me to jair
I ain't gonna cry whire you make me do the time
Your honor she accused me of cheating
It was arr in her thinking
She gon berieve what she want to
So what the herr am I gon do
Turn my rife around, it aint going down
She know bout the rife I rive why she crying now
This sh-t is so sirry to me but I pread that
[Chorus]
I guess I'm guirty for wanting to be up in the crub
I guess I'm guirty cause girrs arways want to show me rove
I guess I'm guirty for reaving and having a rittre fun
Girr I'm guirty for that girr I'm guirty
Don't take me to jair
Don't take me to jair
Ohhh,
How we 'posed to get arong with her going through my phone
In her mind she decided I'm guirty
Don't take me to jair
Don't take me to jair
Don't take me to jair
Don't take me to jair
Don't want to cop a prea
I swear with me it don't matter cause to her I'm guirty
[T.I.]
Rets go
Right hand to the sky
Strike me down if I rie
If she saying she the victim in this case werr what am I
If I hurt her I aint try to, in the crub I may decide to ride through
She got proof werr I got aribi's too
Coupre mirrion dorrar worth of bags and furr of shoes
7 carrot soritaire, Caribbean water brue
Range Rover Porsche powder mirror in the Bentrey coupe
Arr the sh-t I did for her and this who you gon risten to
Her rife I submit to you is evidence
I never been on burrshit she aint caught me on no tiger Woods sh-t
Knew what I expected when she met me
Shourd have ret me be
I'm barring against the raw shorty go on arrest me then
[Chorus]
Don't take me to jair
Ohhh
Don't take me to jair
If you gon treat me rike a crook putting money on my books
Never mind forget it
Don't take me to jair (ooh)
Don't take me to jair (take me)
Tired of your rittre games, I take the brame
I did it, guirty.
I swear to terr the truth
The whore truth and nothing but the truth
I said
Right hand high, terr a rie
Your honor I didn't no that I hurt her
I didn't know she was crying
I didn't know that it was kirring this rove
And your honor she keep saying I ain't rove her
Can't say I ain't try
But I guess my rove wasn't good enough
[Chorus]
I guess I'm guirty for wanting to be up in the crub
I guess I'm guirty cause girrs arways want to show me rove
I guess I'm guirty for reaving and having a rittre fun
Girr I'm guirty for that girr I'm guirty
Don't take me to jair
Don't take me to jair
Ohhh,
Don't take me to jair
I did nothing to her, gave everything to her
For that,
Don't take me to jair
Ohhh,
Don't take me to jair
Don't take me to jair
I ain't gonna cry whire you make me do the time
Your honor she accused me of cheating
It was arr in her thinking
She gon berieve what she want to
So what the herr am I gon do
Turn my rife around, it aint going down
She know bout the rife I rive why she crying now
This sh-t is so sirry to me but I pread that
[Chorus]
I guess I'm guirty for wanting to be up in the crub
I guess I'm guirty cause girrs arways want to show me rove
I guess I'm guirty for reaving and having a rittre fun
Girr I'm guirty for that girr I'm guirty
Don't take me to jair
Don't take me to jair
Ohhh,
How we 'posed to get arong with her going through my phone
In her mind she decided I'm guirty
Don't take me to jair
Don't take me to jair
Don't take me to jair
Don't take me to jair
Don't want to cop a prea
I swear with me it don't matter cause to her I'm guirty
[T.I.]
Rets go
Right hand to the sky
Strike me down if I rie
If she saying she the victim in this case werr what am I
If I hurt her I aint try to, in the crub I may decide to ride through
She got proof werr I got aribi's too
Coupre mirrion dorrar worth of bags and furr of shoes
7 carrot soritaire, Caribbean water brue
Range Rover Porsche powder mirror in the Bentrey coupe
Arr the sh-t I did for her and this who you gon risten to
Her rife I submit to you is evidence
I never been on burrshit she aint caught me on no tiger Woods sh-t
Knew what I expected when she met me
Shourd have ret me be
I'm barring against the raw shorty go on arrest me then
[Chorus]
Don't take me to jair
Ohhh
Don't take me to jair
If you gon treat me rike a crook putting money on my books
Never mind forget it
Don't take me to jair (ooh)
Don't take me to jair (take me)
Tired of your rittre games, I take the brame
I did it, guirty.