Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Confess , by - QusaiRelease date: 31.12.2007
Song language: English
Confess |
| Confess, confess? |
| How can you believe in others if you can’t believe in yourself? |
| You gotta have hope, faith, and knowledge, let it out |
| Stop lying and quit that nonsense |
| Yeah, sometimes, man, just gotta get it off your chest, you know what I mean? |
| Let’s go, hey, yeah |
| Let me confess like when I talk to a priest |
| But it’s so much better when I talk to these beats |
| I walk the streets feeling all this weight on my shoulders |
| Like regrets and negativity are takin' over |
| So, I let it out of me by writing these rhymes for this music |
| I do lay my life on the line |
| I’m an open book for whoever will read |
| But I sometimes think that I’ll never succeed, I’ll never be free |
| Just another man with some chains |
| Pray to escape from this prison like Andy Dufresne |
| Can I refrain from being just a slave for the bucks? |
| So, keep my eyes off these many fly ladies who lust |
| I must admit that I get a bit and crazy nuts |
| I’m paranoid that my boys’ll start breaking my trust |
| I’m lazy as fuck when it comes to getting in shape |
| But that’s enough for my secrets, please, get out my face, hey! |
| I gotta confess, get shit off my chest |
| 'Cause I won’t settle for less, praying for God’s bless |
| Gotta defeat the stress that keeps me depressed |
| The ultimate test, so I can be the best |
| I gotta confess, get shit off my chest |
| 'Cause I won’t settle for less, praying for God’s bless |
| Gotta defeat the stress that keeps me depressed |
| The ultimate test, so I can be the best |
| Dear Lord, forgive me father, but I’ve gotta confess |
| If anything else, it’s just put the drama to rest |
| 'Cause inside me it’s like the stress is rottin' my flesh |
| And it stalls my emotions, I’ve got none to express |
| So, now I’m feeling like I’m under the rest |
| Know it comes from the depths of the subconscious |
| The thought’s preposterous but |
| I lock 'em up just like I’m done with the rest |
| Jesus Christ is the one, I’m stressed, yes |
| I’m trying to put things together, still nothing connects |
| I know the truth but y’all quick to hold it under my breath |
| Because I’m scared of what my trouble reflects |
| So, like a thief in the night, right? |
| I’m trying hard to cover my steps |
| I’m a next drug dealer, current pot smoker |
| I won’t stop talkin' all about my biz like a stockbroker, hoe |
| This is not a game, no, it’s not poker |
| So, get out my space, crazy, thinking I will not smoke |
| I gotta confess, get shit off my chest |
| 'Cause I won’t settle for less, praying for God’s bless |
| Gotta defeat the stress that keeps me depressed |
| The ultimate test, so I can be the best |
| I gotta confess, get shit off my chest |
| 'Cause I won’t settle for less, praying for God’s bless |
| Gotta defeat the stress that keeps me depressed |
| The ultimate test, so I can be the best |
| I’m a threat to my own existence 'cause I smoke |
| Every time I hit the club I order Henney and Coke |
| And the women, shit, man, I lost count its giving |
| I eat junk food like it’s my last day living |
| Will I ever change? |
| Probably not, I’m really being honest |
| But commitment is a must, so, I’ll begin with a promise |
| That I should start but it might take some time |
| I guess patience is my friend 'til the end of the line |
| Went from the back to the middle to the front |
| And I’ve learned not to go after something that I really want |
| Keep your fingers crossed, lads, it’s what they telling me |
| But as soon as they dip and ghost they envy me |
| They keep pushing me away, or is it just me? |
| I’m on the edge now, is it too late to see? |
| I gambled with my life and I lost more than twice |
| I didn’t play it right so now I’m paying the price |
| So, disclose, admit that you did something wrong |
| Acknowledge and declare |
| That’s a confession to Allah and to self |
| You know what I’m sayin? |
| I gotta confess, get shit off my chest |
| 'Cause I won’t settle for less, praying for God’s bless |
| Gotta defeat the stress that keeps me depressed |
| The ultimate test, so I can be the best |
| I gotta confess, get shit off my chest |
| 'Cause I won’t settle for less, praying for God’s bless |
| Gotta defeat the stress that keeps me depressed |
| The ultimate test, so I can be the best |
| I gotta confess, get shit off my chest |
| 'Cause I won’t settle for less, praying for God’s bless |
| Gotta defeat the stress that keeps me depressed |
| The ultimate test, so I can be the best |
| You know sometimes, you have to portray yourself |
| So confess |
| Don Legend, 2007 |