Confession (Remastered) Lyrics

I could uphold my old ways

Two girls

Three ways

Four times everyday

I coulda saved myself from the role play

Okay

I coulda stayed on the path to the soul chase

Lay it up shock it down I couldn't hold face

Suck it up I made my own path for the road race

If you see it than believe it yeah

I need to get us out

I'm the reason I can piece it all together

Leave it out

I could see that you're to scared to be yourself

Stay down and out

I cannot reason with death

A feasible guess is as good as it gets

A measly regret

To bet on the dead

A federation of feds in the pavement

Set it aside I'm gone on vacation

My alibi would die for me

A sigh of relief with apostrophes

Around them what an atrocity

My velocity is boundless and I'm

Pounding them down to a mockery

I'm so unheard deserve apology

And I'm coming from the background sodomy

I don't know

Just doesn't seem right

I think we need some more

One more time

I coulda saved them

I-I couldn't brace for it

I coulda laid back

I-I couldn't save them

I coulda paved them

I-I coulda saved them

Imma amaze them

Ma-Mama raised them better than that

Imma rain on they parade

I'm sending them home and killing them stat

It's my turn to bat

I'm filling the mat

I'm realer than that

Sometimes I can't stand myself

Lost in thought I abandon myself

I've been restless

I guess I've been stressing about my confessions

Unless it's a lesson buried deep in the messes of

Past regressions

Rose gold soul only fold I know is a bill

Holding more than that with just raw skill

Know that I won't die on the wrong wrong hill

And I won't get outta sight till I get my fill

Fill them up with buck shot to kill himself

Literal kill bill blood bath filled

Still never holding back I'm way to real

Grill a lil bit in the crib what's nil

Burn it all down to the ground I'll still

Be the one on top of the ashed up hill

Bashing them up 'till the crack pot spill

Catch me praying away federal hill

Please stay away till I get my chill

Chill my drink to wash down the pill

Ain't nutting but a bang bang

Keep still

Listen out for the bang bang

React to kill

Trauma coming back like mattress sale

My confession tape's gonna make me a mill

So I'll lay it all down on the

Table

I just don't think this is enough

You know what

Why don't you come with me

I think we need a little more