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Papa, I've got a confession.
Confess to you.
Confess to you.
Confessions, I
Can't keep on running away from it.
But I'm surprised. You were right.
You told me I'd change. You told me I'd break away
From my tumultuous rage from all the torture and pain
That I've endured. I thank you.
I thank you. Now listen.
I'm tryna have a real intimate moment with you.
So tell me why you keep throwing bullets my way
You act as if my intention is showered gifts with the praise
Of just being one of your children not saying that I'm ungrateful
But what's important to name, is you think that I don't pay you
No mind when on phone lines just cause I can't debate you
Or quote you or paraphrase you.
Even though every statement you make I'm amazed at you fascinated, too
Dad you've made me do so many things I never thought I would and they've added weight into my existence.
Healed my mind and spirit, something only a God could generate I am his offspring.
Splattered his cock thing into my mom's pink twat I'm just making y'all think.
Anyway, I compared our talks to a long game of chess, my favorite one to play.
But you got all defensive, went against it and you changed the subject back into the game 'cause I keep talking, you can't think and I keep stopping all your plans and know the cards that's in your hands, but we're just talking ain't no competition, harmless but just damn,
The way we process different thoughts is just uncommon on this land
But
I ain't even get that off my chest
You cut me off and you responded like a competition's met,
I told you not, but you insisted I was throwing us against each other
Nonsense in your head. All this nonsense in your head I called it ethereal, you ain't even ask me what I meant
We then pulled up the definition and you paused but can't admit
That you were wrong, you lost a pawn, but you're alarmed and have a chance
I'm just appalled because we're Gods and I knew you would miss the point.
I just hoped you wouldn't.
Papa, I've got a confession.
Confess to you.
Confess to you.
Confessions, I
Can't keep on running away from it.
But I'm surprised. You were right.
You told me I'd change. You told me I'd break away
From my tumultuous rage from all the torture and pain
That I've endured. I thank you.
I thank you. Now listen.
We wind up arguing 'bout it it's nonsensical.
You don't like my analogy, who cares?
It's not about if you like my analogy. I'M COMPLIMENTING YOU, NIGGA
What the fuck is wrong with you?
I even brought the conversation full circle
You said I don't pay attention, that's your pain I know that hurts you
But nigga it hurts me, too. What the fuck you expect?
You really think I wouldn't listen to you?Show me respect.
Nigga you bugging mad hard, and you're fucking insane.
But considering all these years it's no surprised how you've changed
All the trauma from all the drama and your conscience fucking maimed
I empathize that's why I'm fucking going off on you, man.
I'm here for you. Shut up, acknowledge it, man.
Tryna move on, but you want to talk 'bout your processing and
How it's impossible for you to know my thoughts and you hammer
More nonsense. Hoping I'll respond to it, man.
Like goddamn.
You even related it to other scenarios where it matched.
You think I'm gonna chase you with all these facts.
Keep running cause some day they are gonna catch up
Trip you and go black with his fists full of untapped potential
You want that, but he doesn't, it's not for you, nigga so relax.
You're being effeminate, stop that. I fucking Love you, dumbass!
The thing is you don't even realize I'm happy and even if I wasn't you feel the need to come at me
Instead of asking me what I mean. That's indicative of you changing.
I'm just happy to see it.
Papa, I've got a confession.
Confess to you.
Confess to you.
Confessions, I
Can't keep on running away from it.
But I'm surprised. You were right.
You told me I'd change. You told me I'd break away
From my tumultuous rage from all the torture and pain
That I've endured. I thank you.
I thank you. Now listen.
You're fucking insane, fucking insane
You're fucking insane, fucking insane
Fucking insane, you're fucking insane
Fucking insane, fucking insane, fucking insane
You're fucking insane, fuck you're insane.
You're fucking insane, fuck you're insane
I don't have to ask what's with your brain
Trouble and broken heart
Wonder for Love again.
I understand it.
That's why it amuses me, you do what I fathomed.
Need a new pair of ass to be blueing and blacking.
With normal ritual screwing and smashing
Wish you could have some.
Whenever I visit you, me and you will go pursuing and tracking
You're losing it, Dad, your noodle is asking for more than some lube and some acting.
I'm cracking up. Nigga you need to grab your nuts, get some action from an eye-catching one
Lucy, Madison, ooh she's packing one, who's the baddest one?
Let my Dad pick, it's his gift from his son who he requested it from.
Who's better than him?None. Made a song on my last album.
Half about him --something we shared in common.
And the outcome was a very powerful Pop-son combo.
Don't know what Life would be like without one.
Shut your mouth from allowing emotions to sour the comment
It's a compliment.
You realize it's you that thinks you have to be in combat.
Your hatred for chess is the reason why you responded that way.
Meanwhile, I'm already on the next topic.
Matter fact.
