Confessin/Judge
Solace cartel
Real vamps
Come at night
You don't
Gotta fight
(I know)
Everything's gonna
Be alright
Confessin like
The court
Room
You seem
To find
A way
To judge
Gettin hard
To love
You
On da
Bible tell
Da truth
You feel
So dumb
Confessin like
The court
Room
You seem
To find
A way
To judge
Gettin hard
To love
You
On da
Bible tell
Da truth
You feel
So dumb
Damn I
Feel so
Numb
Hold my
Body in
Your arms
Think it's
Filled wit
Drugs
Oh so
Icy
Like da
Ksubis sparkle
In da
Sun
Not the
Type to
Flex baby
Think i
Need sum
Love
Solo dolo
Yung katana
Got it
Out da
Mud
Always Want
You
I don't
Need you
Please don't
Mix it
Up
Hearts broken
Souls blacker
Looks what's
In my
Cups
Painkillers wit
Da quagen
But it's
Not enough
Makes me
Sadder bruh
Confessin like
The court
Room
You seem
To find
A way
To judge
Gettin hard
To love
You
On da
Bible tell
Da truth
You feel
So dumb
Confessin like
The court
Room
You seem
To find
A way
To judge
Gettin hard
To love
You
On da
Bible tell
Da truth
You feel
So dumb
Been through
It
All friend
OD'd blue
Lips he
Ain't have
A pulse
Call the
Medic
He's in
Heaven
Missin all
Ur calls
Ima answer
Say hello
Little time
To stall
We're okay
Maybe not
Can we
Just discuss
It
Confess my
Feelings
You just
Listen sayin
Nothin
Judge me
In your
Mind often
Keep
It all
A Hunnid
Tell your
They be
Missin you
When you
Stuntin
Makin rules
Break em
Soon
Think my
Body's numbin
Confessin like
The court
Room
You seem
To find
A way
To judge
Gettin hard
To love
You
On da
Bible tell
Da truth
You feel
So dumb
Solace cartel
Real vamps
Come at night
You don't
Gotta fight
(I know)
Everything's gonna
Be alright
Confessin like
The court
Room
You seem
To find
A way
To judge
Gettin hard
To love
You
On da
Bible tell
Da truth
You feel
So dumb
Confessin like
The court
Room
You seem
To find
A way
To judge
Gettin hard
To love
You
On da
Bible tell
Da truth
You feel
So dumb
Damn I
Feel so
Numb
Hold my
Body in
Your arms
Think it's
Filled wit
Drugs
Oh so
Icy
Like da
Ksubis sparkle
In da
Sun
Not the
Type to
Flex baby
Think i
Need sum
Love
Solo dolo
Yung katana
Got it
Out da
Mud
Always Want
You
I don't
Need you
Please don't
Mix it
Up
Hearts broken
Souls blacker
Looks what's
In my
Cups
Painkillers wit
Da quagen
But it's
Not enough
Makes me
Sadder bruh
Confessin like
The court
Room
You seem
To find
A way
To judge
Gettin hard
To love
You
On da
Bible tell
Da truth
You feel
So dumb
Confessin like
The court
Room
You seem
To find
A way
To judge
Gettin hard
To love
You
On da
Bible tell
Da truth
You feel
So dumb
Been through
It
All friend
OD'd blue
Lips he
Ain't have
A pulse
Call the
Medic
He's in
Heaven
Missin all
Ur calls
Ima answer
Say hello
Little time
To stall
We're okay
Maybe not
Can we
Just discuss
It
Confess my
Feelings
You just
Listen sayin
Nothin
Judge me
In your
Mind often
Keep
It all
A Hunnid
Tell your
They be
Missin you
When you
Stuntin
Makin rules
Break em
Soon
Think my
Body's numbin
Confessin like
The court
Room
You seem
To find
A way
To judge
Gettin hard
To love
You
On da
Bible tell
Da truth
You feel
So dumb
Solace cartel
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