never loved me Today I hate myself Look at what I've done to you See what you've done to me You sent me straight to hell Now is this confession pointless
Übersetzung: Bleeding Through. Geständnis.
loved me. Today I hate myself. Look at what I've done to you. See what you've done to me. You sent me straight to hell. Now is this confession pointless
. My mind explodes Spine is severed, blood runs cold, confess the Deepest of sin, invision a king With a white violin. Crucifix hung above my death bed begins To bleed
hard over myself again I confess my love for everything I woke up and needed sleep again I confess my love for everything With the music bleeding in my
a chair, It's so unfair, I don't dare move, For the pain she puts me through, It's what I need, So make it bleed. I'm in destress, Oh, misstress I confess
I turn the pages, the horror grasps my attention Shocking plots, and detailed footnotes Confession begins: "My actions are haunting me, I must confess
test Dem a thief and dem a murda through dem days De coke head dem a try fi turn de place inna a mess De weed a gimme de vibes A dat me haffi confess
a Young Money Millionaire Tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed Through
this one, nigga I ain't gon' jump though, I'ma keep it raw gutter Yo Prodigy, you know I need you on this one, nigga I got shit on my chest, I must confess
't gon' jump though, I'ma keep it raw gutter Yo Prodigy, you know I need you on this one nigga [Verse 1 - The Game] I got shit on my chest, I must confess
let's go But where we goin'? Westward ho Hoe you need some dick in yo life, dick in yo life Like Jodeci I'm fienning to fuck you 'til your bleeding
, it's so unfair, well I don't dare to move For the pain she puts me through Is what I need so make it bleed I'm in distress, oh mistress I confess so
scream vocals clear in the hope your hearing your host, Less we choke in fear of the smoke and mirrors, This scene is on fire, feeding my bleeding desire
so cruel I'm not made of brick, I'm not made of stone But I had you fooled enough to take me on If love was a war, it's you who has won While I was confessing
money Millionaire, tougher than Nigerian hair, My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair, I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed, through
