Confess

Welcome to the meeting and let me introduce Get comfy, sit down, take off your shoes I'm a Confessor, my job is just to get at the juice By talking to you, or anyone who needs me to prove "I'm innocent!", yeah that's what the last guy said Never trust a bitch who wants to get in your head That's what you called me, right? When you looked at my body, humming and ha-ing Assuming I wouldn't see you, right? So come on, tell me all about you You've done wrong, I want to hear it out of you You're so strong, why're you shaking in your boots So come on, because I want to hear it out of you I get it you didn't do it You're sitting here right in front of me waiting for me to prove it So sit back, relax and enjoy the cold Of my icy little hand on your forehead Slipping in your head, into your thoughts I've got my eyes shut waiting for the truth to come out Sit your body down, still to your head I've got to find out if you're saying what you really did Be intimidated by what you see There's a hell a lot of you and only one of me Your freedom as a man depends upon what I see So terrified is really what you ought to be "Wait, isn't that the way you said it would be? Chilling me out, everything catered to me? Something isn't right, I wasn't told you were waiting for me Baiting me, on top of all of that, you're berating me?" Listen, something's gotta change, baby It's never gonna be the way they were saying, baby And I'm stuck in between Listen to right, listen to you, or listen to me So tell me baby, how you gonna change it Is it all a big lie, gonna rearrange it If you're hiding something big, I guess you better bring it But you can't fool me, I'm gonna make you famou$ And I don't care what you say I'm gonna get the truth either way And don't be so quick to call a woman a name Because the one you're talking shit controls your fate Slipping in your head, into your thoughts I've got my eyes shut waiting for the truth to come out Sit your body down, still to your head I've got to find out if you're saying what you really did Be intimidated by what you see There's a hell a lot of you and only one of me Your freedom as a man depends upon what I see So terrified is really what you ought to be