Confessions

[Verse 1: YL]
Yeah, I'm rockin' North Face
Avoid a court case, you wanted more space
Check the tour dates it's only by Lord's grace
Yeah you smoke the eighth but is was all shakes
Yeah I smoke a eighth and gently fall into a calm place
I'm livin' through the joy and pain like I'm Rob Base
Slide my Chase, debit I'ma cop that
Drop that, shit that make you say don't stop that
Tryna get to where I wanna go with a train ticket
More gifted like December 25th
I took a Henny swig yo mans talkin' to me on some friendly shit (fuck is this}
You're not up and comin' (naw)
And you ain't up to nothin' (facts)
You really frontin' for this shit, you not a hunnid
Hol' up, I roll a joint like a car window
I'm Roosevelt, catchin' looks from a bizarre nympho
It could be so simple but you choose not
You blowin' up yo' own spot let the song rock (let the song rock)
Just let that shit ride. Like don't say nothin', for like two seconds
Crossed up like Hardaway
I sit back and watch the drama play
I'm workin' even on the holidays
Holla at me and I'm there like I teleport
Oh I thought that was your fan what you tell her for
Tell the birds I gotta scram 'cause we're clearin' out
I know you listen to the song but did you hear me out
Things change in a minute, you could claim that you did it
But you didn't though
I got a lot of plans, Y's in high demand
I got a lot of family, you got a lot of fans
And it all starts on the pavement
Groundhog day, everyday its just the same shit
Yeah, everyday its just the same shit
Twenty four hours I don't got time to waste it
Shit, not today...or tomorrow