I'm confessin..

You know I strayed away from the way my parents raised me,

I make excuses sayin im on a road to make gravy,

can't blame em for feelin so fuckin hazy/

ask for motivation but they say im just crazy,

I can't say I feel the fire lately but i push on bravely/

the futures rainy but i'll capture it maybe,

gotta face a few storms high waves like the Navy,

I'm confessin' that lately i been lazy....

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Step up my A game cuz i keep fallin short of top label fame,

thread the thin line and make it a little stronger,

spread the word im stayin a little longer,

let the people who i haven't met know i'm a talker,

and that if I fail i'll still live on like Paul Walker,

never forget my hard work and my dedication,

I Confess im paper chasin.

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I'm back to my basics,

slippin past competition like i'm in the Matrix,

intricate style unable to be imitated guess im in my oasis,

gotta Pink in your Brain pokin round for lines but they evasive,

if you got a lecture i suggest you save it/

i'm not bluffin I say your your in front of greatness,

just confessin' that I perfected sickology aced the test for lineology

now im the GOAT of musicology,

put my stats together like March Bracketology,

put my principles on the podium for all to see.