Guilty Lyrics - Raymond Vs. Raymond - Usher

I swear to tell the truth 

The whole truth and nothing but the truth 

I said 

Right hand high, tell a lie 

Your honor 

Didn't know that I hurt her 

Didn't know she was crying 

I didn't know it was killing this love 

And your honor she can't say I ain't love her 

Can't say I ain't tried 

But I guess my love wasn't good enough 

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I guess I'm guilty for wanting to be up in the clubI guess I'm guilty cause girls 

always want to show me love 

I guess I'm guilty for leaving and having a little fun 

Girl I'm guilty for that girl Im guilty 

Don't take me to jail 

Don't take me to jail 

Ohhh 

Don't take me to jail 

I did nothing to her, gave everything to her 

For that 

Don't take me to jail 

Ohhh 

Don't take me to jail 

Don't take me to jail 

I ain't gonna cry while you make me do the time 

Your honor she accused me of cheating 

It was all in her thinking 

She gon believe what she want to 

So what the hell am I gon do 

Turn my life around, it aint going down 

She know bout the life I live why she crying now 

This sh-t is so silly to me but I plead that 

I guess I'm guilty for wanting to be up in the club 

I guess I'm guilty cause girls always want to show me love 

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I guess I'm guilty for leaving and having a little fun 

Girl I'm guilty for that girl I'm guilty 

Don't take me to jail 

Don't take me to jail 

Ohhh 

How we 'posed to get along with her going through my phone 

In her mind she decided I'm guilty 

Don't take me to jail 

Don't take me to jail 

Don't take me to jail 

Don't take me to jail 

Don't want to cop a plea 

I swear with me it don't matter cause to her I'm guilty 

Lets go 

Right hand to the sky 

Strike me down if I lie 

If she saying she the victim in this case then 

What am I 

If I hurt her I aint try to, in the club I may decide to ride through 

She got proof well I got alibi's too 

Couple million dollar worth of bags and full of shoes 

7 carrot solitaire, Caribbean water blue 

Range Rover Porsche powder mirror in the Bentley coupe 

All the sh-t I did for her and this who you gon listen to 

Her life I submit to you is evidence 

I never been on bullsh-t she aint caught me on no tiger Woods sh-t 

Knew what I expected when she met me 

Should have let me be 

I'm balling against the law shorty go on arrest me then 

Don't take me to jail 

Ohhh 

Don't take me to jail 

If you gonna treat me like a crook putting money on my books 

Never mind forget it 

Don't take me to jail (ooh) 

Don't take me to jail (take me) 

Tired of your little games, I take the blame 

I did it, guilty.