Confess Your Sins

Lyrics

My brotha, ya gettin' dumber Despite three degrees, like a mouse chasin' cheese I can recognize your presence by your wheeze, now please My brotha, ya better take cover My brotha, stay in the gutter Your style's on freeze, outdated nineties Crawlin' on your knees 'cause nobody disagrees My brotha, can't recover Your head 'bout as sharp as rubber Now everybody says they want a bentley or a benz But all I want is you to confess to your sins, I ain't playin' I know you know what I'm sayin' You know the truth cut deep, Now come on let that seep, My brother, I didn't stutter Take cover

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