read your rolling eyes Out of touch, are we out of time? Close lipped another goodnight kiss Is robbed of all it's passion Your grip another time is
the G man, and they hate when I brag, but I?m so fly I got permanent jet lag, yeah, if you want it just ask, red car, this is not a bus pass, and I?m
Broke my heart on the road Spent the weekend sewing the pieces back on Crayons and dolls pass me by Walking gets too boring when you learn how to fly
where the air is still You can hear the whippoorwill Start a fire, pass the shine Won't be home 'til mornin' time Shout your name out in the wind Confess
I would give you all I have and all I am Till the end of time You got me defenseless, intoxicate me senseless You cut me so deeply, I must confess
I confess I need some comfort there, oh Who would have thought his love could be so good? Not me, not me My secrets and my passions understood Not me
baby, yeah Now every time I see you I pretend I'm fine When I wanna reach out to you But I turn and I walk and I let it ride Baby, I must confess We
my posture is like a mobster Frazier to a hater I'll box you like a boxer Money don't change my thoughts you're an imposter Thought you passed me but
Girl, it's time I confess that my mind's been a mess Since I met you, lady You got a vibe on your own, sex appeal overlord It's kinda special, baby I
I'm dealing with this love affair It used to be just physical But now it's just too emotional for me I wanna confess but I can't Tell my girl what I
and I came to crash the party, won the lotty But my ego won't allow me just about it Anything less than the best Yes I'm a boss That I must confess I'
Staring out, depressed about What words I have to plead So torn apart Shattered by impressions Of confessions in defeat My broken heart Crying, desperate
drug I can't seem to stop myself When it comes to indiscretion I left my conscience somewhere else Another public make out session It's a late night confession
you wanna loc It's alright, you heard?, It's alright, holla back In the middle of a war rockin' the west Who's the illest shorty alive? I confess I
mic So pass it like a hot potato I've never been less than clever and fresh Severing flesh of fools who never impressed I can confess Chorus: Thyme Who the fuck passed
I'm tired of thinking less Of what you heard me say I'm troubled I confess It's clear that I can't stay Surrender now I guess Safe to face the light
I've been trapped in the madness From the shadows of sadness I laugh it away I've been blind to the passion While the whole world is flashing I stash
you let me in? Tell the guitar player that I brought my friends She was fine, sweet with a touch of class No head, no backstage Pass Funk used to be
