Confessions

By BMC183

On Krunk Tapes

Released on October 27, 2020

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[Verse One: Jayell]

I will never turn on TV

So remote

Desert island

Blowing smoke

Make the most, make the most, make the most of it

Shit don’t rain down, no confetti

I treat that as a confession

‘Cause recently secrets seem to be trending

A curtain closed don’t mean that it’s ending

Sleep through day and awake through emptiness

But space makes me feel bless

I can’t explain it

Trip three times and it changed my ways

Nintendo 64 nostalgia

Tear through me I’m writing dreams down

Only my dreams allow me to never turn on TV

So out of the question

I never keep the receipt for anything I purchase

I take full responsibility

If it gets broken it was me

Got no excuses, excuse me

I told you I will never turn on TV

So remote

Desert island

Blowing smoke

Make the most, make the most, make the most of it

Shit don’t rain down, no confetti

I treat that as a confession

‘Cause recently secrets seem to be


[Verse Two: Adamlofi]

So so peak like why why me

So so drunk can’t see my feet

Blurry vision

Blurry speech

Wait, I mean slurry speech

I took too much LSD now I’m tripping over my own feet

And its 3:15

Hope my parents are asleep

But please don’t take it personally

You’re not the man you pretend to be

But I’m not the man that I’m meant to be

Only I can fuck with me mentally

Your envy stems from your jealousy

Green eyed like the monsters be

Fear blue lights might be on to me

And I never turn on console games

Just too much real life to be played

Difficulty, stay insane

Never sleep just AFK

Or whatever they say

I just stop, rewind and play

I could rinse and repeat all day

You and your unproductive ways

Because you’re the type to always turn on


[Jayell]

TV

So remote

Desert island

Blowing smoke

Make the most, make the most, make the most of it

Shit don’t rain down on confetti

I treat that as a confession

‘Cause recently secrets seem to be


[teohem]

I’ve been lacking spontaneity you see

Every night I’m lacking sleep

I feel as though my destiny is a dread to me

I’m getting deep

Every time I get in these situations dangerously

Getting close to another death for me

Can you spare a breath for me

Can you tell what’s best for me

Blessing me not testing me

Help me fulfill my destiny

It’s been going on for days

Can’t explain how I’m feeling in my brain

Hope, it will go away

Is-Issa shame I’m tryna make a rainbow just to find the riches

Just to skip a payload

Just to find ignorance is bliss

Now I skip over this

No risk

It’s a piss in the park

Pardon my bars

I kinda get nasty when I’m into it

Charge me and I’m lit as this

Narcissistic flow I’m getting intimate

Past watershed it’s half past ten

News is fake controlled by men

Who’s past is darker than the villains in the dramas playing on a weekly basis

Police chases seem basic when we facing it

No more dangerous scenes, type you never see on


[Jayell]

TV

So remote

Desert island

Blowing smoke

Make the most, make the most, make the most of it