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Confession
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Confession was released on March 3, 2023 by Trill Music Group as a part of the album Baby's Thoughts
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Release DateMarch 3, 2023
LabelTrill Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Irvin
Andre Irvin
Songwriter

Lyrics

Ain't to late for my confession
After this they might not see me as the realest ****
My words hit deep when I feel hurt
Fuck
Letting them live I make em feel worst
To be honest
I ain't the hardest **** living so I keep it on me
To be honest
I ain't the trillest **** but it's tatted on me
Written from my palms
All the fucking lies I spit
And nobody acknowledge it
Wish my mom would understand that ima rapper
Just like my father but some traits that he ain't passing down
Drop two tapes don't think she heard of one
Drop five vids ain't see her posting one
Between my fans momma posed to be my number one
Prolly won't even hear this shit
Damn
Got five angles in the sky don't think they love me
At funerals I cried wishing we was closer
Too young as you if you love me now I'm older
I'm twenty-one and now I'm looking for some closure
See ya name and memories
I Run em over
A heartbroken cold bastard but a solider
Yea
Tryna find a way to ya heart
Tryna find a way to ya heart
Tryna find a way to ya heart
Tryna find a way
Posted YouTube vids with the gang
See that we make it yet guess I'm the one to blame
Gave them more than enough and they ain't giving me my change
Gave them more than 100 and I ain't getting anything nah
Was taught to teach them lessons
Now my lessons learn
Was taught to never show my ass
On them my back was turning
Half of em ain't wanna eat
And the other half ain't put the work in
Wait for the cooker
I go harder on my second verses
**** call my phone about baby
Said be a voice to em
He his own man wit his choices
So what my voice doing
My left hand ain't feeling right
Feel like he gave up one me
A god father to his child
Still feel that he'll switch up on me
Hanging round some Nîggas
Gotta question if they'll shoot
Back door open and **** I ain't bulletproof
Bro told me he goin bring the shhh
And I just said ok
Hoop session live
But basketball ain't what we'll shoot today
For real
Take this confession how you want it ****
Before I die a bitch ****
I been a 100 witch ya
Before I let them catch my slipping get a hunnit pistols
All this pain inside my heart
So I can't trust a ****
I'm looking deep inside my scars
I see a couple figures
I had to let em go
Part of the reason why I'm stuck with my ****
And if you ain't my baby
I ain't got no love for these bitches fr
Tryna find a way to ya heart
Tryna find a way to ya heart
Tryna find a way to ya heart
Tryna find a way
Written by: Andre Irvin
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