New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection
When i became eleven. same age i made my first confession,
Who cares about hearts and love
Where i'm from they is ruthless
Open up confession to the problems i’m correcting
That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring
In the chair of confession i dont have the heart to speak to you
Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through
Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win
Confession! i've never even heard of depression
There's reasons for actions worth the seizing not a confession
They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win
On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting
She's every love song that i love singing
Trust they seen enough
That's that computer love
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