Testi:
Garbage Confidence

real mother, I couldn't even recognize his face, his tears of wax, his skin like a subway running over spinal tracks. Operator can I confide you? They

comet These snitch niggaz don't turn states, they turn continents I tell nothin with confidence, my intolerance legendary Hostile in monetary in punchlines I've said already Threw 'em in the garbage

look at him over there, he's looking sad. getting round, round the town, now you're going down to that place it's the case you barely recognise the face There he is, looking in to the garbage

hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam Yeah you'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam [Mad Skillz] Yeah, the jam has arrived so all that garbage can walk

hard heart/ Whose trust was pulled one too many times by these card sharks/ I spark a charge that darts across the charts/ Set far apart from the garbage

hot as tamales, you singin off-key is garbage If you can't keep an octave in a pocket, you need to stop it Have confidence, speak with conviction, don

the people know how many nights I spent alone Making beats writing rhymes, thinking deep fighting time Im getting better but wasn't getting younger And all that time can make the most confident

wind to carry what we say. But sometimes we've found ourselves shouting into the wind When we should have been confiding in each other. It seems so absurd

try to hold me down with all your restrain (Your restrain) (Verse 1) I?m the greatest escape artist the hardest situation is getting free From the terror that keeps confiding