Satan tried to use the rich life to tempt me to lust, greed, hate, lesbianism etc. PERMANENTLY. These stories are 100% TRUE.
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This is what I live for. This is what I am dying for the love of. Yahweh.
Story behind the song
Every chance at the mansions around the world, I saw the temptations of lust, greed, hate, lesbianism etc. trying to lure me into their realms. These stories are 100% TRUE. I kid you not. It's crazy how acces to a surplus causes people to behave. Even the ones you least expect.
Lyrics
Temptation
Written by Mike Boston
Produced by Byrd for A Grade
[Introduction quote from The Holy Bible]
The book of Matthew: Chapter 4, Verse 1
(New Living Translation)
“1Then Jesus was led out into the wilderness by the Holy Spirit to be tempted there by the Devil. 2For forty days and forty nights he ate nothing and became very hungry. 3Then the Devil[a] came and said to him, "If you are the Son of God...”
[VERSE 1]
Bamboozled by the things you do...
Up in the pool house with Bob Cousy paintings on the wall like I’m king of couth
Fresh fruit lingers in the air to the sauna where it mix with marijuana and the essence of a wet vagauna
Steam room, hot and foggy.
By the door, a single handle of Moet but the Cab-Sav already got me groggy
Inside the heat, the room is filled in its entirety.
Surprisingly I’m peeking at two dime geeks, Godiva sweet!
Inside of me, I’m telling my eyes, “Don’t you lie to me!”
Unlikely you see Harvard Dean’s divas as fine as these.
Enticing! But yo for some reason I’m fightin’ it.
Despite the treez, thoughts erupted & enlightened me.
Society still got me beat to a sobriety and now I’m giving shares to a friend who would later betray.
“You can have ‘em son, that’s if they stay...” He said, “HOORAAAAY!”
And fast forward to the Oil of Olay...
Long story short, it would go just as they say.
He got accused for cuchi-napping later on in the May.
June, July passes by yo and to my dismay, it was a lie. Caught her up inside DKNY.
I was hiding in the dressing room, deep on the sly.
What she would say...that’s for me to know & you to comprise.
Could you forgive ‘em if you tried? If not, pleased be advised;
“JUDGE NO LEST YOU BE JUDGED” and fall in the fire.
[CHORUS]
Temptation, that would be my worst frustration.
I admit I ain’t perfect how it work on my patience.
And I’m thirsty.
What would be my first libation?
Is it the wine or the women that put curses on my nation?
I’m trying though.
Went from a gigolo to wino to bigger than a rhino with triggers for a lyin’ foe.
Now I know.
Live for the present tense. Try it yo!
Heaven’s on it’s way so repent ‘til the time go.
[VERSE 2]
So now I’m on my way. Pullin’ out my braids on this sunny day.
Gun away...I think they realize I can’t be done away.
Fun with Shay, she a good friend of Fay Dunaway
Honey pays!
That’s the way we run ‘til I run away.
Anyways...Kenny wanna play with the ten gauge.
That’ll be the day. PENNY STAY!
Where the muzzle Shay?
Plenty strays...
Some of ‘em get funny when the money’s made.
Make lovey-dovey wit’cha mumma thinkin’ mummy’s paid.
Honey wait! Gunny would’ve laid him in a dummy tank.
What’s my name?
I love it when you say it with that funny twang.
Runnin’ thangs.
Baby keep your eyes on the hive.
I should be back by five ‘less I take a nosedive.
And if I survive...
I meant to give you this surprise. Close your eyes now.
SURPRISE!
Be my wife ‘til we die.
And here I go, I’m bettin’ Kenny gonna fry.
With my mind on my money and my Henny on my side.
In the ride with a semi- for his memmy if she try.
Then I’ll fly to Yosemite with Lenny where we’ll lie on the low from the po
Blowin’ Demi’s ‘til it die down.
Why now?...Lenny go confide in these high clowns.
My town, slimmies on the side puttin’ they eyes down.
Express disappointment how their city gonna die down.
BYE NOW!
Thinkin’ of forgiveness as it wind down.
Ninety-nine Decembers & I’m finishing my time now.
[CHORUS](2x)
[VERSE 3]
Last thing I wanna touch on.
‘Bout the way you get your bucks on,
Whether duck sauce or on a butt farm.
I ended up in this mansion, four-car garage lampin’.
People in the spa dirty dancin’.
Advancin’,
“Smart people richer. Smaller people stir their own Kool-Aid pitcher
And WHO needs WIC or...even a Welly check?”
I felt smaller than a deli speck.
‘Melly flips Millenniums and Lord knows what Kelly gets.
Jacquie needs...
Wait a minute there with your tacky deeds.
‘Mani ne
