Thanks to Unscene for the great collab! -------------------------------------------------------- follow Unscene for more awesome tracks https://suno.com/@unscene_ [Intro] [verse] The streetlights look different when you ain't got a home oh baby I remember the bougie smell of your cheap cologne I remember god I remember oh babe I was so alone [verse] I built me a palace inside a broken home oh I remember I was sittin' on my god damn throne so alone and I 'member oh baby I remember [pre-chorus] And so I'm out here on the corner where the desperate meet Sellin' pieces of a bod you didn't wanna keep A transaction for the love, a body for the beat Treat my temple like a trap house on a dead-end street [chorus] (This is my confession) (This is my confession) Yeah a body for your session (This is my confession) Yeah I know you love it from your expression [instrumental] (This is my confession) (This is my confession) Yeah a body for your session (This is my confession) Yeah I know you love it from your expression [Verse] [Rap Verse: female, contralto] (Look) This that confessional booth with the tint on the glass Prayin' on your knees but it ain't for the mass A sermon for the lonely when the currency is fast Built the foundation on calamity's path My palace is callous, the balance is analogous with your flaccid paralysis is it math? or A subtraction of the soul for an addition to the cash You call it inheritance? This is consequence, a debt that's been amassed A lineage of leverage, a dollar for a past that couldn't last Benevolence is billed, ain't no sentiment In the fine print hidden in this tenement So I stand on this corner, more coroner than queen In a kingdom of **** where the martyrs convene Headlights are a spotlight, the stage is the pavement And you the audience, applaudin' my debasement This ain't a cry for help, this a financial statement. (Yeah) (This is my confession) [pre-chorus] And so I'm out here on the corner where the desperate meet Sellin' pieces of a bod you didn't wanna keep A transaction for the love, a body for the beat Treat my temple like a trap house on a dead-end street [chorus] (confession) (This is my confession) Yeah a body for your session (This is my confession) Yeah I know you love it from your expression [instrumental] (This is my confession) (This is my confession) Yeah a body for your session (This is my confession) Yeah I know you love it from your expression [Bridge] This ain't a throne, it's a pedestal of pain Constructed from the lessons of a love given in vain Every brick is a promise that dissolved in the downpour Generational trauma is a hell of a floor plan, for sure You call it a trap house, I call it a market Where hollow affection is the only real target (This is my confession) (This is my confession) Yeah a body for your session (This is my confession) Yeah I know you like it from your expression [pre-chorus] And so I'm out here on the corner where the desperate meet Sellin' pieces of a bod you didn't wanna keep A transaction for the love, a body for the beat Treat my temple like a trap house on a dead-end street [chorus] (This is my confession) (This is my confession) Yeah a body for your session (This is my confession) Yeah I know you love it from your expression [instrumental] (This is my confession) (This is my confession) Yeah a body for your session (This is my confession) Yeah I know you love it from your expression [instrumental] [Outro] (Just a transaction...) yeah (This is my confession) (This is my confession)
