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Confessions

 

Confessions

(album: Rodney Brown Jr - 2022)


Baby get down where you mad at
We can get pass that
Nobody wanna be the one to get laughed at
I might be throwing all the secrets in the snapchat
Got something to tell ya (tell you tell you)
I got something to tell you

Aye, everything you already know I'm admitting
You accuse me of fucking hoes
Different stripper same pole so pretentious
Did you wrong brought our babies in the business
I ain't asking you to forget just have forgiveness
The only way to forgive is to forget this
All my faults accounted for like a stimulus
I'm still with more women than a feminist
Might be addicted to apologizing
Pouring out my feelings tryna monetize it
All them clinic memories traumatizing
Glad I ain't give you something you can't shake no

We can do it if we take it slow
If the faith can grow then the hate can go
I got something confess let the nation know
Bitches in our business in attendance when you needed me the most

Baby get down where you mad at
If you let it go we can get pass that
Nobody wanna be the one to get laughed at
I might be throwing all the secrets in the snapchat
Got something to tell ya (Tell you tell you)
I got something to tell you

You want forgiveness for how you lick her kiss her dick her
But wanna kill me if I like a nigga picture
Pardon me mister contradictor
Wanna know how I see it let me paint the picture
My brush stroke something like a death stroke
It's the shit you don't see the shit I don't show
Wanna look like a family in them photos
But still tryna make the family bigger when you solo like whoa whoa whoa
Heard your confessions let it burn you had it ushered in
And had the nerves to tell me not to bring it up again
You played yourself 'cause she didn't put a quarter in
You kept it real but really I will never trust again

We can do it if we take it slow
If the faith can grow then the hate can go
I got something confess let the nation know
Bitches in our business in attendance when you needed me the most

Baby get down where you mad at
If you let it go we can get pass that
Nobody wanna be the one to get laughed at
I might be throwing all the secrets in the snapchat
Got something to tell ya (Tell you tell you)
I got something to tell you

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