I regret my lies, regret my honesty
I regret showing real weakness to false people
Regret the drug time, the drug hype, the criminal records (Wuah)
And regret that little kids imitated me (Rrah)
Street famous, but fed up with Shem (Pah, pah)
I regret burning my car while high (Wuah)
Beating you up until your mom doesn't recognize you (Hahaha)
Robbing gas stations and running, no, that wasn't really Sam (Eh-eh)
I regret the hearts I broke back then
Karma caught up with me, I see the consequences
Regret lying in vomit, drunk every weekday
And constantly under pressure like a drumbeat

Look, I fought with myself, fought with withdrawal
But that wasn't enough for this world
And so your movement and a ridiculous cancel fraud
Led to my suicide attempt
To my suicide attempt
But that wasn't enough for this world and (rreh)

This is my confession
Because I want to get out of my mental prison (woah)
This is my confession
Because these pains in the air and chest are not human
This is my confession, thank you, dear God, for your wisdom
But why do I sometimes wish I could be high again? (Rrah)
This is my confession (woah)
Because we don't live forever

Regret my feature with you, regret my feature with her
It brought money, but made me lose myself in Tille
And don't tell me I'm ungrateful
Because I would have rather stayed poor, bro, and had no contact with Lucifer
Regret that I made it and you're still on drugs
And I'm scared again of what will happen to you tomorrow
I blindly kick the gas pedal to the floor with my sole (woah)
And that I didn't piss on the floor at the Berlin Hype Awards
Regret signing contracts
Regret screwing around, but also waiting for love
Charting with "Tilidin," so that kids start with Tilidin
And they only regret it when I'm no longer here

But maybe I don't regret what I did
Because it brought me here
Because it opens the eyes of thousands of kids
Because my story makes you careful

This is my confession
Because I want to get out of my mental prison
This is my confession (woah)
Because these pains in the air and chest are not human
This is my confession, thank you, dear God, for your wisdom
But why do I sometimes wish I could be high again? (Rrah)
This is my confession
Because we don't live forever

Regret the cut with you and that you didn't feel comfortable
And I have no head for it because of thousands of problems
Because how this fate decides, bro, is often no coincidence
And no matter what happens, Okan remains my brother
Dude, I regret my time with Anis
Oppressed and earned nothing in return
But if there was no Bushido, maybe there would be no Toni
Maybe no Lukas, no Kordi, or Soni
But because this life fucked me so often like no other
I might soon regret the verses I just said (Rrah)
Or maybe what I just said now
Oh, damn, who knows? Life is a bastard
Chaye, I regret bribing cops while high on drugs
That I'm stuck in a cell, deeply hurting Dunja
I regret these words I hear when they speak
If one of them shoots, heads will roll when I rap

This is my confession
Because I want to get out of my mental prison
This is my confession (woah)
Because these pains in the air and chest are not human
This is my confession, thank you, dear God, for your wisdom
But why do I sometimes wish I could be high again? (Rrah)
This is my confession
Because we don't live forever (ah)

(Cataleya Edition)
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