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ayon mukherji & marcel – bag (confessions) lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m in my bag
and i’m zoning
little did you know
low key i’m endless
i just keep climbing
bottomless bars
infinite smoke
you just keep sipping
i’m sailing like boats
putting my lyrics in quotes
that’s what your boo do, uh
music hypnotic like voodo
this finna bang, we finna pop
sh+t this is sounding like popo

[hook]
i might blind, i think that i’m blessed
i’m scrolling online through fashionable vests
i gotta confess a lotta sh+t burning
i’m blind to distress when it ain’t concerning
myself
look at this world like its mine
put my achievements on digital shelves
password protected my notes app
cuz my ego said, my poetry wild
[verse 2]
i’m in my bag and i’m zoning
thinking my lyrics is potent
roping some bands outta music
got h+lla clout outta this music
got couple fans outta this music
she tipsy and can’t refuse it
i’m saying no, i got me a girl
shе’s like, woah, holdup lets twirl
i’m thinking hmm
maybe it don’t rеally matter
i see myself as a rapper
spit on the mic
(uh) on her face
then taking these dumps on a paper

[hook]
i might blind, i think that i’m blessed
i’m scrolling online through fashionable vests
i gotta confess she prolly hurting
i’m blind to distress when it ain’t concerning
myself
look at this world like its mine
put my achievements on digital shelves
password protected my notes app
cuz my ego said, my poetry wild
[verse 3]
i got my bag and i’m zoning
this round on me
do it repeat
so many shots like it’s warfare
sinking our petty lil sorrows
drown in the drink
and it ain’t fair
there’s peace on our streets
but it ain’t clear
you lacking a purpose
i’m lacking a motive
i’m missing the soil, birthed as foreign
the people they toil, still slaving
we copping chains, they chained up
democracy failed, but i’m next up
got enough streams to turn an election
hit up the homie, we burn the selection
look at variety, give me reduction
take the complexity make it redundant
take all your truths, make them assumptions
gimme a booth, soak up my sermon
gimme a booth, soak up my sermon
gimme a booth, soak up my sermon

[hook]
i might blind, i think that i’m blessed
i’m scrolling online through fashionable vests
i gotta confess i’m prolly hurting
blind to distress but i put it in hiding
look at this world like it’s mine
put my achievements on digital shelves
password protected my notes app
cuz my ego said, my poetry wild

- ayon mukherji marcel lyrics

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