Album: Hell Or High Water
Track: Tie Me Down
Artist(s): Confession
Release: 2010
Pen Bleed Publishing (ASCAP)


[talk] yo, yea. . . Back at it again. . . Confession. . . Lets get it done. C’mon!

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Verse1:
No, you aint gon’ tie me
I’ll be ducked off where you aint gon’ find me
You’re wild; can’t sit where the paint don’t dry
See, tell em up front, so they can’t go blindly
No if’s or maybe’s; aint no probably’s
It’s a fact I aint tryna date no dime-piece
Might slip her the meat, but they know I’m me
Poor, so I can’t afford to pay no mind, please. . .
But she keep tumbling faster
Momma said not to fall in love with a bachelor
Calling me names like ‘that son of a bastard’
But the joog so good she be mumblin after (haha)
But if she’s comin to capture
Find me on the next flight runnin for back-up
Try to tie me if you want a disaster
I’m not the type to bring home to mother to have lunch; you’re damn nuts.

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Verse2:
You don’t wanna believe it
I’m a dogg; only call when its convenient
Don’t like the way I run things; file a grievance
And I’ll respond back. . . . Ummm. . . . When I see fit
I mean, shit, I’m a busy man for a green face
I’m like a four-page letter word; I need space
At least make elbow room, for Pete’s sake
Or like a pen tip run dry, get replaced
My act right chick gets the beefsteak
Knows she can’t tie me and fine with each day
And naw, she defy me get fined a weeks pay
And honestly I am beyond a replay
So don’t ever be calling my phone
To tell me how you feel; talk to the dial tone
Ride along or you’ll be having a fit
Leave your name and your phone number after the click; yea.

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