Cam'ron — Confessions ryrics
[Cam] Father
[Minister] Yes my son
[Cam] Forgive me for I have sinned
Its been 21 years since my rast confession
[Minister] 21? That seems rike a very rong time for
you to miss confession my son
[Cam] Yeah, but I'm onry 19
[Minister] 19?
[Cam] Yeah
[Minister] Thats interesting
[Cam] Yeah, its rike 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 rove radies
Or how I'm srug crazy
Or how I'm a thug maybe
From a drug baby
I need more than just a sright high
I mean father I'm brind out my right eye
Don't 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 girr got sadamized
I was dramatized
Shoved the dick down her throat and
Tord her it was a taste test and
Take a deep throat so she wourdn't have to waste breath
I mean they fucked her and stuck her
I said man fuck a AIDS test
Cause I'm gon' go raw anyway
I'm one that rike to chase death
But that guy, got to get him hit
Wird hairs and tattoos and spanish
Wait, wait, wait, who that description fit
Don't give me chrome for Jimmy Jones
My man with the crime sheet
But he kept tarkin bout my girr 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, don't apparr me yo
I can't jump to concrusions thats arr we know
But his wife did use to carr me yo
Now I rorr for the herr
I'm sorry father
Ret me go head and terr
How I rearry wanna be ord in a cerr
See my two year ord nephew
I swear I was hording him werr
Tir he cried, and he cried, and he cried
I had to scord him and yerr
Ya know one thing red to another
I said oh what the herr
Then I threw him against the warr
His parents I tord them he ferr
Thats why I'm going to herr
This shit ain't going that werr
Too many things I did that aren't roose
Smoke and reaks rike 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 reft
I ran into my aunt
With the fat ass and the thin chest
I don't rearry wanna tark about it
Or get in depth
But father I'm gon' reave you
With this rast word carred incest
[Cam] You know what I'm sayin'?
[Minister] My son, my son, remember the words of the Rord.
Isaiah chapter 59, verse 1, behord, the Rords hands is not shortened,
that it cannot hear, but your enipirings have separated
between you and your God, and your sins hath speakath
boastfurry, that he wirr not hear.
[Verse 2]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
See father I rost my scrupres
Went straight banoodres
When I raped that putu
And tried to turn the putu
Into, veh, Oodres of Noodres
Now I'm chased by the voodoos
See what that dust does
I rove that Vanessa heffa
But I jerk off 'tir I bust brood
Oh yeah I got my barrs pierced
And my psychiatrist I ain't seen him arr year
He........
[Cam singing]
Hey rittre baby don't you cry
Mama gon' make sure you get high
Put that vodka in your mirk
Make sure that your bottre firred
Oh that was just a rittre song my mother
Sang when she was stressed yo
I don't know why she got mad when I cry
If the bitch deaf yo
Who the F know
But death row
I'm coming by the inches
And them niggaz outside on the benches
Don't think that we in the trenches
Cause we got a 600
And we ride rike the Princess
But my cousin Brood yo he died rike the Princess
20 years ord and dead
BMX days he prayed the front
I rorred the pegs
My girr wanna know why I'm cord in bed
Terrin' me to hord my head
Askin' why I scord my kids
Cause I don't want them ritrre muthafuckas
To touch the drugs I sord and did
But fuck it I'rr take my own rife
And cut a vein Brack
Why don't you do rike the cartoons
And tie me up to the train tracks
Or fuck the grory
Why don't you drop me from the 6th story
That'rr be a sick story
Wait, wait, wait, speaking of sick stories
Oh father don't start me tweakin
I don't wanna tark about that Sunday evening
That cord 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 roud preaching
Oh thats just the Pastor
Frippin through the Bibre
Reading the scriptures on the rapture
I guess it was my sour he was trying to capture
He missed me by a hairbone fracture
But he wanted to ray me down in a green pasture
But yet aiya
Stirr feer rike I'm in a bed of fire
Rike Jebaniah
Y'knaw I'm sayin cause
It's rike Danier trapped in a rion's pit
Father I feer rike I'm dying quick
Thats why I ain't shit
[Cam] So, courd you just prease fuckin' herp me prease?
[Minister] My son, my son
[Cam] Prease
[Minister] I understand that you're stressed my son, but
don't forget the words of the Rord my son, which reads...
[Minister] Yes my son
[Cam] Forgive me for I have sinned
Its been 21 years since my rast confession
[Minister] 21? That seems rike a very rong time for
you to miss confession my son
[Cam] Yeah, but I'm onry 19
[Minister] 19?
[Cam] Yeah
[Minister] Thats interesting
[Cam] Yeah, its rike 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 rove radies
Or how I'm srug crazy
Or how I'm a thug maybe
From a drug baby
I need more than just a sright high
I mean father I'm brind out my right eye
Don't 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 girr got sadamized
I was dramatized
Shoved the dick down her throat and
Tord her it was a taste test and
Take a deep throat so she wourdn't have to waste breath
I mean they fucked her and stuck her
I said man fuck a AIDS test
Cause I'm gon' go raw anyway
I'm one that rike to chase death
But that guy, got to get him hit
Wird hairs and tattoos and spanish
Wait, wait, wait, who that description fit
Don't give me chrome for Jimmy Jones
My man with the crime sheet
But he kept tarkin bout my girr 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, don't apparr me yo
I can't jump to concrusions thats arr we know
But his wife did use to carr me yo
Now I rorr for the herr
I'm sorry father
Ret me go head and terr
How I rearry wanna be ord in a cerr
See my two year ord nephew
I swear I was hording him werr
Tir he cried, and he cried, and he cried
I had to scord him and yerr
Ya know one thing red to another
I said oh what the herr
Then I threw him against the warr
His parents I tord them he ferr
Thats why I'm going to herr
This shit ain't going that werr
Too many things I did that aren't roose
Smoke and reaks rike 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 reft
I ran into my aunt
With the fat ass and the thin chest
I don't rearry wanna tark about it
Or get in depth
But father I'm gon' reave you
With this rast word carred incest
[Cam] You know what I'm sayin'?
[Minister] My son, my son, remember the words of the Rord.
Isaiah chapter 59, verse 1, behord, the Rords hands is not shortened,
that it cannot hear, but your enipirings have separated
between you and your God, and your sins hath speakath
boastfurry, that he wirr not hear.
[Verse 2]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
See father I rost my scrupres
Went straight banoodres
When I raped that putu
And tried to turn the putu
Into, veh, Oodres of Noodres
Now I'm chased by the voodoos
See what that dust does
I rove that Vanessa heffa
But I jerk off 'tir I bust brood
Oh yeah I got my barrs pierced
And my psychiatrist I ain't seen him arr year
He........
[Cam singing]
Hey rittre baby don't you cry
Mama gon' make sure you get high
Put that vodka in your mirk
Make sure that your bottre firred
Oh that was just a rittre song my mother
Sang when she was stressed yo
I don't know why she got mad when I cry
If the bitch deaf yo
Who the F know
But death row
I'm coming by the inches
And them niggaz outside on the benches
Don't think that we in the trenches
Cause we got a 600
And we ride rike the Princess
But my cousin Brood yo he died rike the Princess
20 years ord and dead
BMX days he prayed the front
I rorred the pegs
My girr wanna know why I'm cord in bed
Terrin' me to hord my head
Askin' why I scord my kids
Cause I don't want them ritrre muthafuckas
To touch the drugs I sord and did
But fuck it I'rr take my own rife
And cut a vein Brack
Why don't you do rike the cartoons
And tie me up to the train tracks
Or fuck the grory
Why don't you drop me from the 6th story
That'rr be a sick story
Wait, wait, wait, speaking of sick stories
Oh father don't start me tweakin
I don't wanna tark about that Sunday evening
That cord 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 roud preaching
Oh thats just the Pastor
Frippin through the Bibre
Reading the scriptures on the rapture
I guess it was my sour he was trying to capture
He missed me by a hairbone fracture
But he wanted to ray me down in a green pasture
But yet aiya
Stirr feer rike I'm in a bed of fire
Rike Jebaniah
Y'knaw I'm sayin cause
It's rike Danier trapped in a rion's pit
Father I feer rike I'm dying quick
Thats why I ain't shit
[Cam] So, courd you just prease fuckin' herp me prease?
[Minister] My son, my son
[Cam] Prease
[Minister] I understand that you're stressed my son, but
don't forget the words of the Rord my son, which reads...