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confessions
Unspoken words, a hidden obsession
Beneath the surface, a world untold
In the public eye, our stories unfold

Behind closed doors, where secrets

If it's up then its stuck
Keep it tucked you cannot run
Don't really care yeah don't give a fuck
I want the money i want the gwap
I wanted this i

every night
Tucked me into bed and said my prayers
Dancing in the living room
Friday night barbeque
Singing our favorite songs
I can't believe how much

don't feed me lies
I've seen your heart and it wants to try

The fire in me's burning
Work overtime, keep on earning
We alive on the surface
I'm riding

oh!

After I'm tucked in
That's when she fucked him
I smell her perfume there in the next room
He thinks I don't know
But I heard it all so
That's how

a pic in the phantom
Now she want to give me the throat
Yea he got shot cause he ran up fn is tucked where my pants at
I cannot play wit these folks
Heard

to the cash
Streets in a smash
Bad bitch
She a freak
I'm a smash
If they hoe act green
I'm a pass
Good love enjoy
Fucking up a ticket
Might get a ticket
By

of painful it hurts the kid
They you love to your face
But what's underneath the surface is
A set of ulteriors
From family or friend
The ones that say they got

wants to roll
Yeah she gone ride for me
She trying to fly
Off in the sky with me
She like to fuck and she keep it tucked yeah she'd probably die for me

wall to wall
Then everybody leaves you when it's time for you to fall
But Pulu always said, gotta keep the all in all
Keep the ball tucked, hand in

on surface
Look but I feel this good in so long I am living past In so long
I've been on my grind for so long so long so long

Moody moody moody moody I just

girl Nina tucked under my belt
You know I just wanna get by, don't wanna feel nothin' inside
Swallow my pride, let that bitch ride
Let her get high,

the look in your eyes
I'm up in the sky and I'm always down to ride
As long as it's your right by my side
Promise I'll put down all of the crime
Well maybe

in the children
Life keep happening
We bout a purse
Main objective
Don't end up on a shirt
Keep perspective
And prepare for the first
Cuz thirty go by

my prime
Yeah, I'm in a stu, high as fuck, that's how I ease my mind

Yeah, my pain tucked, but I won't let it kill my shine
Aye, granny kept them

Ain't no drank in my cup I'm too busy rolling up
On the surface she my wife
Behind the scenes she my slut
Weave down ass up she know how we like

brought an alibi
A fortress made of sand
Foundation of sordid lies
And legs that barely stand

Safe in bed, tucked in
Colored by the moon
A quiet night,

tucked under my side
I got the blade tucked under my side
I be leaving my soul in the night

than earthlings I fly off the surface
I dive in the furnace alive and determined
I'm airing my dirty laundry linen detergent the fire is burning flow

the surface, out of sight,
In every tear, in every smile,
Lies the journey, mile by mile.

In the pages of my heart,
Where the memories softly speak,
There's

everyone just passed by
How could I feel so lonely
When I was all surrounded
For land I was searching
But only mirages I saw
Too far away
My higher than

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Strugglin'

Tricky

Maxinquaye

1995

In hell I'll be lost in the layers of weakness
All around the surface brainwashed with the cheapest
Strugglin', strugglin', strugglin'
Brainwashed

the kick
Then it's gone spin around in circles Then it's gone lean across the stage
You can moonwalk across the surface

My wrist like Mike, spin around in