He said
You swear to tell the truth
The whole truth
And nothing but the truth?
I said, yeah man
Yeah
Right hand high
Never tell a lie

Your honor I didn't know that I hurt her
I didn't know she was cryin'
I didn't know that it was killin' her slow
And, 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

I guess I'm guilty for wantin' to be up in the club (hey)
I guess I'm guilty 'cause girls always wanna show me love (hey)
I guess I'm guilty for livin' and havin' a little fun
Girl, I'm guilty
For that, girl, I'm guilty
Don't take me to jail (jail)
Don't take me to jail (oh)
Don't take me to jail
(I ain't did nothin' to her)
(Gave everything to her, for that)
Don't take me to jail (oh)
Don't take me to jail (take me)
Don't take me to jail
(I ain't gon' cry)
(While you make me do the time, oh yeah)

Your honor, she accused me of cheating
It was all in her thinkin'
She gon' believe what she want to (want to)
So what the hell am I gon' do (gon' do)
Turn my life around ('round), it ain't going down
She know 'bout the life that I live, why she crying now?
This shit is so silly to me but won't I plead that

I guess I'm guilty for wantin' to be up in the club (hey)
I guess in guilty 'cause girls always tryin' to show me love (hey)
I guess I'm guilty for livin' and havin' a little fun
Girl I'm guilty
For that, girl, I'm guilty
Don't take me to jail (oh)
Don't take me to jail (take me)
Don't take me to jail
(How we supposed to get along)
(With her going through my phone)
(In her mind she decided to get it?)
Don't take me to jail (don't take me)
Don't take me to jail (don't take me)
Don't take me to jail (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
(Don't want to cop a plea)
I swear it wasn't me
(It don't matter 'cause to her, I'm guilty)

Let's 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 ain't 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
Seven karat solitaire, Caribbean water blue
Range Rover, Porsche Panamera and the Bentley coupe
All the shit I did for her and this who you gon' listen to?
Her life I submit to you is evidence
I never been on bullshit
She ain't caught me on no Tiger Woods shit
Knew what I expected when she met me
Should have left me then
Balling against the law, shawty go on arrest me then

I guess I'm guilty for wantin' to be up in the club (hey)
I guess in guilty cause girls always tryin' to show me love (hey)
I guess I'm guilty for livin' and havin' a little fun
Girl, I'm guilty
For that, girl, I'm guilty
Don't take me to jail (oh)
Don't take me to jail (take me)
Don't take me to jail
(If you gon' treat me like a crook)
(Put money on my books)
(Never mind, forget it)
Don't take me to jail (oh)
Don't take me to jail (take me)
Don't take me to jail
(Tired of your little games)
(Fuck it, I'll take the blame, I did it)
Guilty, yeah

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Writer(s): Alexander Parhm, Clifford J. Harris, Esther Dean, Keith Thomas, Krista Michalski, Usher Raymond