Confessions (Album Version|Explicit)

Cam
Father
Minister
Yes my son
Cam
Forgive me for I have sinned
Its been 21 years since my last confession
Minister
21
That seems like a very long time for
You to miss confession my son
Cam
Yeah
But I'm only 19
Minister
19
Cam
Yeah
Minister
That's interesting
Cam
Yeah its like I just have these dreeeamz
And you know
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
Yo father where you wanna start
How I love ladies
Or how I'm slug crazy
Or how I'm a thug maybe
From a d**g baby
I need more than just a slight high
I mean father I'm blind out my right eye
Don't mourn and cry
Cause we were born to die
So *****mom and father cries
I was one never to bother guys
But when my girl got sadamized
I was dramatized
Shoved the d**k down her throat and
Told her it was a taste test and
Take a deep throat so she wouldn't have to waste breath
I mean they *****ed her and stuck her
I said man *****a aids test
Cause I'm gon' go raw anyway
I'm one that like to chase death
But that guy got to get him hit
Wild hairs and tattoos and spanish
Wait wait wait who that description fit
Don't give me chrome for jenny jones
My man with the crime sheet
But he kept talkin bout my girl was a dime piece
And she had a nice figure
Drove a nice vigor
And for mr to bag her
That I had to be a nice n***a
Wait wait don't appall me yo
I can't jump to conclusions that's all we know
But his wife did use to call me yo
Now I roll for the hell
I'm sorry father
Let me go head and tell
How I really wanna be old in a cell
See my two year old nephew
I swear I was holding him well
'Til he cried
And he cried
And he cried
I had to scold him and yell
Ya know one thing led to another
I said oh what the hell
Then I threw him against the wall
His parents I told them he fell
That's why I'm going to hell
This s**t ain't going that well
Too many things I did that aren't loose
Smoke and leaks like giving a car a boost
My grandfather got me mad
And I peed inside hid orange juice
And asked him if its tangy
When I'm angry
Then one day
When I thought it wasn't a sin left
I ran into my aunt
With the fat a*s and the thin chest
I don't really wanna talk about it
Or get in depth
But father I'm gon' leave you
With this last word called i****t
Cam
You know what I'm sayin'
Minister
My son my son remember the words of the lord
Isaiah chapter 59 verse 1 behold the lords hands is not shortened
That it cannot hear
But your enipirings have separated
Between you and your god
And your sins hath speakath
Boastfully that he will not heal
Yo yo yo yo yo yo
See father I lost my scruples
Went straight banoodles
When I raped that putu
And tried to turn the putu
Into veh oodles of noodles
Now I'm chased by the voodoos
See what that dust does
I love that vanessa heffa
But I jerk off 'til I bust blood
Oh yeah I got my balls pierced
And my psychiatrist I ain't seen him all year
He
Cam singing
Hey little baby don't you cry
Mama gon' make sure you get high
Put that vodka in your milk
Make sure that your bottle filled
Oh that was just a little song my mother
Sang when she was stressed yo
I don't know why she got mad when I cry
If the *****deaf yo
Who the f know
But death row
I'm coming by the inches
And them n***az outside on the benches
Don't think that we in the trenches
Cause we got a 600
And we ride like the princess
But my cousin blood yo he died like the princess
20 years old and dead
Bmx days he played the front
I rolled the pegs
My girl wanna know why I'm cold in bed
Tellin' me to hold my head
Askin' why I scold my kids
Cause I don't want them litlle mutha*****as
To touch the d**gs I sold and did
But *****it I'll take my own life
And cut a vein black
Why don't you do like the cartoons
And tie me up to the train tracks
Or *****the glory
Why don't you drop me from the 6th story
That'll be a sick story
Wait wait wait speaking of sick stories
Oh father don't start me tweakin
I don't wanna talk about that Sunday evening
That cold November weekend
When I had to grab that deacon
And put him into my dungeons of heathens
And then in tongues I was speakin
Cam speaking in tongues
Then I woke up to loud preaching
Oh that's just the pastor
Flippin through the bible
Reading the scriptures on the rapture
I guess it was my soul he was trying to capture
He missed me by a hairbone fracture
But he wanted to lay me down in a green pasture
But yet aiya
Still feel like I'm in a bed of fire
Like jebaniah
Y'knaw I'm sayin cause
It's like daniel trapped in a lion's pit
Father I feel like I'm dying quick
That's why I ain't s**t
Cam
So could you just please *****in' help me please
Minister
My son my son
Cam
Please
Minister
I understand that you're stressed my son
But
Don't forget the words of the lord my son which reads