Confession
The World Organization of the Righteous Movement %5BW.O.R.M.%5D Lyrics


Mama I’m sorry, you know you raised a confused child
Since me Tee were little you knew we’d grow to be so wild
Thank the Lord that we calmed down
My heart’s cold, the blood slowed, my eyes rolled, don’t let me go
I know what’s real you can’t compensate wit’ a check
But you run it up, bet them h*** all gone break they’ necks
Since a youngin’ all we want was love and respect
But I know, that ain’t how world goes
So I roll, up my emotion and put them in this potion
And let it seep in like lotion to skin
My will won’t bend to any a men
That’s amen
Only the lord knows what the future holds
Dreams of going pro until I hit the pinnacle
N**** what you in it fo’, gotta focus on the goal
(Ohh)
Was caught up in the field tryna intercept, bullet to the neck
Tryna pay his debts, now his soul to rest
And they couldn’t even give two f****, all a young n**** wanted to do was live it up
The system shaky I won’t let it deface me, this vision’s vivid I can see it all in HD
Wide screen, tele-lens, n**** go and tell a friend that ima best you’ve ever seen
So from now on it’s all about the cream
The dream brings that sweet song they sing in my ear
And this girl makes the d*** disappear, to bad she’s focused on pears
They’ve eatin’ at her fear, so she feels like no-one is real
That why she swallow the pill, and I can’t judge her
(No, no)
S*** I might love her
(God d*** I might)
Until the day she finds another
Knowin’ she’ll never find another like me, knowin’, she won’t ever find another like
(Got this mask off in my bag I’m finna take what’s mine
This whole game’s been lookin’ like prime)
Close my eyes and pray to God, knows it’s like my thousandth time
But I’m tryin’ not to turn slime, got this mask off in my bag, I’m finna take what mine, this Whole game’s been lookin’ like prime and my mamas my rib
She’s really the only reason I ain’t ran yo s***
'Cause I couldn’t bare to see the look she would give
But they can’t tame this n**** like master go get the whip, you like how I talk this s***
The navy, I dive off in it then dip
This mouth peace, it can equip, this is the perfect time to let it rip
(B****)


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Written by: G. Williams, Glenn Williams

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@smp09lee

这不就是毒奶吗

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