Confe$$Ions Songtext

von Lecrae

I know some people with mo' money than we'll ever see
Ever see someone buy a private island they never see?
Ever see every sea on yo' own personal yacht?
Take jog around yo' block that you bought from selling your stock?
Not
In this lifetime, some of them my potna's
They don't believe in karma, but they believe in commas
And they believe they dollas' for a peace o' mind
Put a price upon they head and they'd be fine with that fine
Cause you find when you can buy the park, you can hate the rides
They was fun in the beginning, now it seems they not as thrillin'
And you out make a killin', but it never feels fulfillin'
So, they call me tell me "Crae, this how I'm feelin'."
Confessions of a millionaire, lifestyles of the famous

There's nothing I can't I have, you say it looks so amazing
Well, I would trade it all away for my sanity
Confessions of a millionaire,

Look, I ain't finna pretend that car and my crib

Give me worth and meaning ‘cuz I know they never did
Them numbers in my bank account are no reason for livin'
And sleepin' with bad women really doesn't keep me driven
I'm sure this man sittin' beside me is beside himself
Tryna' find himself
Yeah, he flyin' first class thinkin' everyone behind him is a peon
Goin' home to a model chick he prolly gon' cheat on
He'll be empty for eons; you know what I be on
Money don't solve it all, man, look what happen to Dion
I bought my dream house, but only made me wake up
It all falls down even if you got ya' cake up

Confessions of a millionaire, lifestyles of the famous

There's nothing I can't I have, you say it looks so amazing

Well, I would trade it all away for my sanity

I've flown first class, flown private jets
Rode in the foreign cars; still so unimpressed
‘Cause after she spent all that money on her chest
She thought it make her life better, but she finds she still depressed
Ain't nothing wrong with havin' it. Matter fact, go and get it
But if you find identity in it then go ‘n forget it
You gain the whole world but lost the only thing ya' own
‘Cause everything else is just a temporary loan
Confessions of a millionaire, lifestyles of the famous
There's nothing I can't I have, you say it looks so amazing
Well, I would trade it all away for my sanity