CoNfEsSiOnS
Shit
I love you, I love you, I love you
Look
Life is just like a roller coaster
On the way up it seems like she’s saying, “Pull me closer”
On the way down it seems like she’s saying, “Hold composure”
Pretty soon it’ll be over, people say, “Soon your older”
Well, we’re pretty doomed is what I be guessin’
My momma’s stressin’, my grandfather be stressin’
And my grandmomma’s stressin’, my uncle’s stressin’
I’m second guessin’ it’s only me who’s got depression
I guess these is just Jay Gudda confessions
Enjoy the show, enjoy the free concessions
I’m like a freakish presence
Then like, “Don’t speak to peasants”
My brain’s on tweak eleven
But somehow I’ll squeak in heaven
Each time I peak’s a blessin’
First Valley Street one second
Then four-thousand feet by seven
Then scale down in sneaks and sweaters
We can’t see, we see things better
But when shit’s upside down, it’s like we done got beheaded
Like we forgot where we’re headed, decide to drop and dead it
Can’t say, “I said it, I meant it”
‘Cause I don’t do pretendin’
My mind be spinning, what I did, what I didn’t, I’m trippin’
But the truth is you can’t say that you do any different
Who is you shittin’?
This shit I’m dishin’ to myself while she be doing the dishes
My miss be askin’ why I screwed all those misses
Guess she ain’t miss it
Satan seems to pay me these visits, but shit, I’m with it
I can’t seem to practice forgiveness ‘cause I ain’t get it
But if you asked me as if God be my witness, I think He listen
I think He listens, I pinky promise, I think He gets it
Or is this just a line where I’m finally speakin’ fiction?
They said I need conviction, me, I need to beat addiction
Please, you couldn’t see my vision, I’m in front, you sittin’ pissin’
Life could just be like, “Bro, I told ya”
Sliced like a razor fore we had Motorolas
Did this li’l bitch a favor, she wanted coke and soda
I used to known her, shit was up like I’d just thrown the floater
Now she’s in Minnesota, Vicodins from North Dakota
She lost her soul, I even told her, she was off the road
But she ain’t brake or slow until she paid the price and crossed the toll
R I P, I wouldn’t know, is after life the goal?
They laugh when I say so, they tax when I pass Go
In fact, I’m almost close, my bread be almost toast
If I could call my ghost, I’d ask him why I fall the most
And why’d they split up all the bros, is this just how life always go?
Or is this just how my story’s told?
I confess if so
Look
