Lyrics Confess - Qusai, Lady G, D-Light

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