Представляем точный текст композиции "Confessions" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Camron . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Confessions» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Camron передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Camron - "Confessions"
Lyrics to Confessions : (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 Im only 19 (Minister) 19' (Cam) Yeah (Minister) Thats interesting (Cam) Yeah, its like I just have these dreeeamz, and you know Verse 1 Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo father, where you wanna start How I love ladies Or how Im slug crazy Or how Im a thug maybe From a drug baby I need more than just a slight high I mean father Im blind out my right eye Dont mourn and cry Cause we were born to die So fuck mom and father cries I was one never to bother guys But when my girl got sadamized I was dramatized Shoved the dick down her throat and Told her it was a taste test and Take a deep throat so she wouldnt have to waste breath I mean they fucked her and stuck her I said man fuck a AIDS test Cause Im gon go raw anyway Im 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 Dont 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 nigga Wait, wait, dont appall me yo I cant jump to conclusions thats all we know But his wife did use to call me yo Now I roll for the hell Im 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 Thats why Im going to hell This shit aint going that well Too many things I did that arent 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 Im angry Then one day When I thought it wasnt a sin left I ran into my aunt With the fat ass and the thin chest I dont really wanna talk about it Or get in depth But father Im gon leave you With this last word called incest (Cam) You know what Im 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. Verse 2 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 Im 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 aint seen him all year He........ (Cam singing) Hey little baby dont 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 dont know why she got mad when I cry If the bitch deaf yo Who the F know But death row Im coming by the inches And them niggaz outside on the benches Dont 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 Im cold in bed Tellin me to hold my head Askin why I scold my kids Cause I dont want them litlle muthafuckas To touch the drugs I sold and did But fuck it Ill take my own life And cut a vein Black Why dont you do like the cartoons And tie me up to the train tracks Or fuck the glory Why dont you drop me from the 6th story Thatll be a sick story Wait, wait, wait, speaking of sick stories Oh father dont start me tweakin I dont 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 thats 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 Im in a bed of fire Like Jebaniah Yknaw Im sayin cause Its like Daniel trapped in a lions pit Father I feel like Im dying quick Thats why I aint shit (Cam) So, could you just please fuckin help me please' (Minister) My son, my son (Cam) Please (Minister) I understand that youre stressed my son, but dont forget the words of the Lord my son, which reads.... [ Confessions Lyrics ]
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