in my section Levels of a professional Skip school create my own lessons Confessions of a mad rapper, music got me rapping Green stretching only leads to red
up Kells? Wanna introduce you to this girl Think I really love this girl Yeah? Man, she so fine Straight up dawg She stand about 5?4? Coca-Cola red
so fast There's something here that you don't quite grasp Well, I may as well give them what they want And the best, I must confess, I have saved for
my rag in, with my khakis cuffed and dragging Three wheels, make the heat squeal This Westcoast shit is the shit that we built Who wanna bust with or fuck with him, and confess
the neck and let it take me To the Aqua boogie, with a giggle and squirm And if you ain't funky you will learn I confess you've got to clean your chest
when I finally figured out That's that nigga David Arthur, Sharese baby father And I didn't even bother to ask no further questions No more confessions
crashing The velvet it rips in the city We tripped on the urge to feel alive But now I'm struggling to survive Those days you were wearing that velvet dress You're the priestess I must confess Those little red
this one, nigga I ain't gon' jump though, I'ma keep it raw gutter Yo Prodigy, you know I need you on this one, nigga I got shit on my chest, I must confess
't gon' jump though, I'ma keep it raw gutter Yo Prodigy, you know I need you on this one nigga [Verse 1 - The Game] I got shit on my chest, I must confess
and hate Used by many souls, many years on the crops Slicin through dicing thought wheat and corn spots But when i grab it something happens that hears all of my confessions
hammertime Beef I hammer mine, when I get my hands on nines If I had no bammerline,Cordourys kam will shine Canary burgundy, I call it lemon red Yellow
snowing Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin' Treat 'em like jack boys, catch 'em slippin' then slay 'em Lord forgive me for my sins, that's my confessions
name as the flood She's eternal Internal wet sun She flew into my heart on black whiskey wings It was long ago When she condemned me To obsess Posses And confess
a dirty floor, Your sunshine just got lowered into, Into an early grave. Gimme gimme bloodshed Gimme gimme hell yeah Gimme gimme bloodshed oh yeah. Yeah blood is red
test Now you can call me leisure and I can call you rest Well you certainly jumped the red at treasure chest Your joyride didn't feel bad enough to confess
Now I'm lookin' through my CD collection The last time it was right behind confessions I'm looking for the right cover, the name's in red letters Can'
world 'cause I'm dope, like them four packs Sittin' in writes on my window sill, makin' sure everythin' stays on chill Right shoulder wearin' all white sayin', "Joe chill" Left shoulder wearin' red