Confession

By Pell

On LIMBO

Released on November 6, 2015

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[Verse 1: Pell]

Dammit straight it, I’m appreciated

But still underrated

I got girls all in they feelings

Might just send them on vacation

Man you know who got the juice

Ain’t no need to check your pantry

You know I play the perfect hand

Still I had to up the ante

I was in the plain pits, dog, like, “where the album sales?”

Shit, I know damn well, ‘cause I went AWOL

Nation on my back, least that’s what my people tell me

No mistaking, can’t avoid it, but it looks so damn healthy

Partners blowing KK, should pay us for a selfie

Make you sing like Ray J, hit it first and then come tell me

Mama worried if I’m happy, ‘cause I just turned off my celly’s

Take a car ride after business, ‘cause some broad just hit the telly

Know I’m in (Wooh!), know I’m fucking in it

Having problems with commitments, I was spiteful when I did it

I admit it, but my honesty don’t mean that I could fix it

Gon’ pop a few for pimp, or at least the G’s that’s with me


[Hook: Pell]

Man I swore I wouldn’t stunt, swore I wouldn’t stunt, swore I wouldn’t stunt

Swore I wouldn’t stunt, swore I wouldn’t stunt, swore I wouldn’t stunt

Swore I wouldn’t stunt, swore I wouldn’t stunt, swore I wouldn’t stunt

I could say I’m sorry, but I can’t tell a lie

Man I swore I wouldn’t stunt, swore I wouldn’t stunt, swore I wouldn’t stunt

Swore I wouldn’t stunt, swore I wouldn’t stunt, swore I wouldn’t stunt

Swore I wouldn’t stunt, swore I wouldn’t stunt, swore I wouldn’t stunt

I’ve been feeling awesome, living on a high


[Verse 2: Pell]

I would say I’m sorry, but I can’t tell a lie

I’ve been feeling awesome, living on a high

You say that you feel me, let me ask you why

‘Cause you don’t really know me, you just know I stick to the code

London calling with the cake, we at birthdays

Still got real ones by my side, on my worst days

Pick a shone for Brody, he met her on third base

Got holy water in our boxes if she thirsty

Running this here, till I’m out of options

Fuck a double entendre, I’m a mother fucking monster

After going to your CD release, surprised you dropped it

Thought you was fly as a cockpit, you plummet before you profit

"Who the man?” Do I even got to ask myself

I was tired of being broke I had to cash myself

Got a flow that’s so dope, I can cash myself

Hit the mall and buy it all, so I could act myself


[Hook: Pell]

Man I swore I wouldn’t stunt, swore I wouldn’t stunt, swore I wouldn’t stunt

Swore I wouldn’t stunt, swore I wouldn’t stunt, swore I wouldn’t stunt

Swore I wouldn’t stunt, swore I wouldn’t stunt, swore I wouldn’t stunt

I would say I’m sorry, but I can’t tell a lie

Man I swore I wouldn’t stunt, swore I wouldn’t stunt, swore I wouldn’t stunt

Swore I wouldn’t stunt, swore I wouldn’t stunt, swore I wouldn’t stunt

Swore I wouldn’t stunt, swore I wouldn’t stunt, swore I wouldn’t stunt

I’ve been feeling awesome, living on a high