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Confession Video (MV)




Performed By: Mitchell T
Length: 0:51
Written by: Mitchell Trimble




Mitchell T - Confession Lyrics




I roll up a new bat, then give it away to the folks by me
If you're thinkin' I do that cuz I don't want any more smoke try me
I offered a new path, showed you the way and spoke wisely
But you're on a Dewback lookin' for Droids in Mos Eisley (Facts)
Someone show me where the lies and tricks are
F*ck with me and get stomped like the "i" in Pixar
Still I heard they want my girl because she's hot like Qatar
Too many Ernesto de la Cruzes tryin' to steal my guitar
I could have been runnin' around, chasin' a crown, puttin' it down locally
Recorded the sound now gunnin' me down won't drown me out vocally
Back in the day I acted a way that made hoes not wanna go for me
I'm aging better than them, they're thinkin' they still got a shot, hopefully
Laugh in the face of danger you get f*cked like Abella
I'm still huntin' for the dough like I'm decked out in Cabela's
It's not police it's the priests that suspected me of possession
But they slip up, get relocated, then it's back to confession
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I roll up a new bat, then give it away to the folks by me
If you're thinkin' I do that cuz I don't want any more smoke try me
I offered a new path, showed you the way and spoke wisely
But you're on a Dewback lookin' for Droids in Mos Eisley (Facts)
Someone show me where the lies and tricks are
F*ck with me and get stomped like the "i" in Pixar
Still I heard they want my girl because she's hot like Qatar
Too many Ernesto de la Cruzes tryin' to steal my guitar
I could have been runnin' around, chasin' a crown, puttin' it down locally
Recorded the sound now gunnin' me down won't drown me out vocally
Back in the day I acted a way that made hoes not wanna go for me
I'm aging better than them, they're thinkin' they still got a shot, hopefully
Laugh in the face of danger you get f*cked like Abella
I'm still huntin' for the dough like I'm decked out in Cabela's
It's not police it's the priests that suspected me of possession
But they slip up, get relocated, then it's back to confession
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Writer: Mitchell Trimble
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