little, I want everybody to hear this shit Chorus This is my confession, you can take time to listen or turn your back on me, but this my confession
t pretend to care Don't want to hear about what was said, your heart was never there You said rejection used to turn you on that was your one burning confession
: [Alice Cooper / Bernie Taupin / Dick Wagner] From his army confessions of his military days You still carry the shrapnel you're shell-shocked and
mood. Killin' time before she struts her stuff, She needs supporting, I'll become the crutch. She'll never know how much she means to me. I play the game
: (Paul Bliss/Phil Palmer) You bought me flowers and you sold me a line You gave me compliments and too much wine I've played that game I know all
Niggas, LatinThugs All my family love winners Beginners get pushed to back of the pack Invented and left out without no attack You're at the top of the game
hand Shackled, fettered - choking as I drown Fooled and tortured - confess comitted crimes Shackled, fettered - choking as I drown Fooled and tortured - confess
: She's surreal She's dangerous and no one else can match those eyes She's concealed So mysterious, that nobody can catch her lies Drop this game of
This is not a game Say "hello" to my little friend.. Bang Bang Bang BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Blow out your brains Ain't no friends in this game Fuck
bottle- {I} confess (So bury me in memory) Now ash yourself, yeah, out on the insides, {I} said I loved you but I lied Let?s play this game called ?
king I'm the fresh prince, forty oil tune, kick ya chest in Us that got the universe confession, pardon your dame I'm new to the game, but true to my
: Hey lucky people, North and South This is your leader, I'm called "the mouth" We're gonna play a game that's funny Get the, get the, get the money
must've seen it coming Surely you could've guessed The game is up I'm gonna' take you down No more crying I think it's time to confess You better pray
of hope my cards you revealed when i was winning the game you shot me with arrows from nostalgias bow the rules to this sick game only you seemed to
room with the two-way glass Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass "What's your date of birth?"..."What's your real name?" I stuck to my alias,I know the game
: Burning the brutal, brutal out of the game Bleeding in fire that releases part of my brain I akth a sakhn, i a sakth the flame As you die for Satan
