Confessions From The Heart

(La La La La) (La La La La) (La La La La) Black Timbs black pants guess the matching sweater I think it's time my fans knew me better I'm the type to bring my main chicken home to moms And still find time to bring a side chick to miss Loretta You start confessions from the heart to try to show me things I do Confessions from the Heart like it's my open letter Because private relations and private life get out at night I need to go somewhere private and get my life together Ain't nobody like me Like him I put that on my Ice Tea It's likely I'm pulling up in my Nike's A white tee Woke up this morning feeling a slight breeze I'm icy That's the reason why they like me No wifey But still I run to courts like I'm Spike Lee Is this nigga really mad that she like me It might be My abs arms the nice V (Herculees) I be Cruisin I swear I put this on my children's new Timbs I gotta tie up all these loose ends Girl don't you think it's time that we get moving Let's stop Cuz I don't see signs of us improving I gotta focus on the bling bling Focus on the cars radio and the fame thing I don't want to leave but if I stay it's just the same thing We'll do the same thing and the same thing Ain't nobody like me Like him I put that on my Ice Tea It's likely I'm pulling up in my Nike's A white tee Woke up this morning feeling a slight breeze I'm icy That's the reason why they like me No wifey But still I run to courts like I'm Spike Lee Is this nigga really mad that she like me It might be My abs arms the nice V Black Timbs black pants guess the matching sweater I think it's time my fans knew me better I'm the type to bring my main chicken home to moms And still find time to bring a side chick to miss Loretta You start confessions from the heart to try to show me things I do Confessions from the Heart like it's my open letter Because private relations and private life get out at night I need to go somewhere private and get my life together Black Timbs black pants guess the matching sweater I think it's time my fans knew me better I'm the type to bring my main chicken home to moms And still find time to bring a side chick to miss Loretta You start confessions from the heart to try to show me things I do Confessions from the Heart like it's my open letter Because private relations and private life get out at night I need to go somewhere private and get my life together Ain't nobody like me Like him I put that on my Ice Tea It's likely I'm pulling up in my Nike's A white tee Woke up this morning feeling a slight breeze I'm icy That's the reason why they like me No wifey But still I run to courts like I'm Spike Lee Is this nigga really mad that she like me It might be My abs arms the nice V