never loved me Today I hate myself Look at what I've done to you See what you've done to me You sent me straight to hell Now is this confession pointless
翻訳: を介して出血. 告白.
loved me. Today I hate myself. Look at what I've done to you. See what you've done to me. You sent me straight to hell. Now is this confession pointless
this one, nigga I ain't gon' jump though, I'ma keep it raw gutter Yo Prodigy, you know I need you on this one, nigga I got shit on my chest, I must confess
't gon' jump though, I'ma keep it raw gutter Yo Prodigy, you know I need you on this one nigga [Verse 1 - The Game] I got shit on my chest, I must confess
let's go But where we goin'? Westward ho Hoe you need some dick in yo life, dick in yo life Like Jodeci I'm fienning to fuck you 'til your bleeding
, it's so unfair, well I don't dare to move For the pain she puts me through Is what I need so make it bleed I'm in distress, oh mistress I confess so
scream vocals clear in the hope your hearing your host, Less we choke in fear of the smoke and mirrors, This scene is on fire, feeding my bleeding desire
so cruel I'm not made of brick, I'm not made of stone But I had you fooled enough to take me on If love was a war, it's you who has won While I was confessing
money Millionaire, tougher than Nigerian hair, My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair, I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed, through
boy Fucking die No, no, you'll fucking bleed No, no, just wait and see No, no, this will not be No, no, you'll fucking bleed No, no, just wait and see
from a forgotten past I turn the pages, the horror grasps my attention Shocking plots, and detailed footnotes Confession begins: "My actions are haunting me, I must confess
to the throat my barbaric massacres define the sacriledge of hope i'll rip your heart out right in front of you masturbating while you bleed i'm smiling
through fire For him I have walked through fire To draw him, I want so bad One gift, I'll never have He drives a stake into my soul Makes me bleed,
understand You're doing everything you can To see a format or a plan But you get lost in your own pretense And hours seem like days After confessions
