Confession - SonReal

My lust for money is never what made me better

I used to hide all my feelings, I put them under my sweater

But the time we spent apart was the time that kept us together

Now the time we spent together it’s the time that’s getting us cheddar

Yeah, that brings me back to my first line

You can blame this shit I’m writing on my birth sign

I fell in love with the feeling when you were feeling so

Ever since I’ve been killing it every minute like

Light time, I’m representing for rain

Cause that’s all my city know, I ain’t feeling one and the same with

Those talking about it never really saying anything

Innovating it’s just the spot from which we came from

So when I’m rapping never rapping like I’m rapping in front of a

Couple drunk chicks saying that I’m the man

I’m rapping like UBG, ain’t rapping like you would stand

And I rap like you say I couldn’t and I rap like you say I can’t

Good morning to this show, act here to wallow

Drop good news then the closers follow

This year the first year that them hoes is on you

That’s when my man said pretty soon them bros will follow

I always wanted to sing but was too afraid of it

So I’m thinking I’m doing it because they love it

Shouts to cudi im open to what im doing

But im bout to take it somewhere where ain’t no one been moving

.my girl say she love me, I tell her why don’t you prove it

But when she ask me the same I always start acting stupid

That’s how I felt about my music till I committed my vision

Now I know there’s nothing to it

God, I never been too good at interviews

I’m getting better, take it slow just like a interlude

I show 'em proof similar to how a winner do

But in the scheme of things I’m really a beginner (oh!)

Striving for better, my people know it

I don’t pass on any chance man I pick and I roll it

Pull light to all this before it exploded

So won’t you fuckin and tell me shit when I pop it, don’t blow it *(blow it)

Couch surfing like I’m wake skating

No breakfast, all I had was wake and bakin, now

Now I’m close to making bacon’paper making

And I don’t even chop no trees like i got no leaves

People always love to get their opinions

I love to hear 'em, but they probably wouldn’t have them if they looking in the

mirror

I just give them Windex to make sure that it’s clearer

Insecurities a little more cocky than they appear like

Even the greatest were hated on

Used that as my motivation never to tag along

With all these robots doing what they be telling

I prefer to take the lead like Megatron

Just some miles that I’m tryna whack’the shit to give a heart attack

And ever since its been my body that can’t adapt' cause if we talking credit

then you know I got a lot of that

Funny thing is this like a twelfth of my potential

Times this by twelve, you looking at something mental

You looking right at a gentleman rocking an '80's Letterman

Rookie looking a veteran, fuck it, you better let it breathe

Feeling Mandela when jealousy occur, you can cut and fucking be my acapella do

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