Confession

Lyrics
(Confession - Rey Spyder) I'm here for confession father My family's waiting for me for Christmas and On the way there me and a colleague we stopped at a bank We needed money we demanded the cash But they refused to give it to us and we had to do what we had to do We took them out Now they're looking for us all over the place What do we do? What do we do father? (Priest) We just celebrated Christmas and you know that Jesus was born into a family his parents were Joseph and Mary He loved them He respected them He helped them And Jesus shows us of how we are to life in the family How to get along with one another To be good to one another To be kind to one another To love one other So Jesus wants us to live as a holy family also (Hook - Rey Spyder) Met the Priest at the church for my confession Didn't learn my lesson still pack a Smith and Wesson This is my profession now get me the bag, get the masks get the gloves and let's take a ride Met the Priest at the church for my confession Didn't learn my lesson still pack a Smith and Wesson This is my profession now get me the bag, get the masks get the gloves and let's take a ride (Verse 1 - Rey Spyder) Let's take a ride X Through the projects Let's get my brother he don't give a fuck who dies next I told the Priest that I'm stressed gotta pay the bills We did three banks, this ones for the kill My daughters gotta eat, I had to feed the streets The Feds took it all I turned into a beast I'm desperate down to kill for another dollar bloody money motherfucker te lleno de balas The Priest tried to talk me out of it, I'm out of it I told him suck a dick and swallow it I'm not the type to follow'em I gotta get these hallows in it's Halloween I gotta win I got klonopins to blacked out violently Let's take a ride X Through the projects Let's get my brother he don't give a fuck who dies next Let's take a ride X Through the projects Let's get my brother he don't give a fuck who dies next (Verse 2 - X-el) Why the fuck would I think about everything that I wouldn't believe Watching the competition struggle to breathe Seeming to be ready to be set to deceased Looking at me do you really feel in charge?! Ha, you shouldn't, I've got a plan to execute For right or for wrong and I love it Evil intent for more than Benz I want to see brains all over this desk I want to see blood I want to see death I want to see cash in the palm of my hands Quick like a flash Blasted you so fast Slipped out I dashed Money in bag Know that you'll see me again Masked or unmasked, ha Yo Spyder, that diner across the ways got some fire pancakes Breakfast on me, technically that lady was nice enough to pay our tab forever plus tip (Hook - X-el) Killed the priest at the church For my confession Didn't learn my lesson still pack a Smith and Wesson This is my profession Now get me the bag Get the mask get the gloves and let's take a ride Killed the priest at the church For my confession Didn't learn my lesson still pack a Smith and Wesson This is my profession Now get me the bag Get the mask get the gloves and let's take a ride, hahaha
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Credits
- Writers
- Alex Noe
- Rey Spyder