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Confessions In The Bowl lyrics
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Intro
Chair two, sit down, tell me everything
Chorus
Confessions in the bowl, confessions in the bowl She tipped me twenty for the silence, now I hold Every name, every number, every Hilton off the Pines Spill it, spill it, while I file it down in lines Cash App, Zelle, Apple Pay, you know the deal Confessions in the bowl, every secret keep it sealed
Verse 1
Nine AM, she walk in, eyes cried red and wired Hialeah hair down, swearing this the third time Husband ain't been home, phone face-down on my table Notification buzz, "babe I love you" from a Tasha Same name three months back, she playing her like cassette She say "do me French, but make the white look kinda dirty" I just nod and file, twenty-eight she look thirty Cafecito on the side, Pollo bag up on the chair
Chorus
Confessions in the bowl, confessions in the bowl She tipped me twenty for the silence, now I hold Cash App, Zelle, Apple Pay, you know the deal Confessions in the bowl, every secret keep it sealed
Verse 2
Twelve PM, AMG roll up slow on Sample Road Sunny Isles to Lauderhill, chrome chip on her toe Cartel money on her tongue, talking foreign trips But the Birkin was a Aldo, peep the stitch, lining slip Said her husband on a business, Find My Friends in Doral She on Cash App every Tuesday paying Jasmine for the tea "Don't tell nobody, girl, you know I keep it on the low" Eighty for the set, two-fifty for the soul
Verse 3
Three o'clock walk-in, she can't talk through the tears Test in her purse, two pink lines, twenty-three years He said he can't, he said he scared, he said he gone I file her thumbnail and I hum a Sunday song Off the clock for free, no Apple Pay, no charge Sometimes the bowl ain't for the gel, it's for the heart She lean her head down by the steam, let it touch her face The acetone, the silence, and the prayer in this place
Post-chorus
Spill it, spill it, confessions in the bowl Spill it, spill it, confessions in the bowl
Verse 4
Five PM the energy switch, four girls walk in loud Funeral on Sunday, but they laughing in the crowd Boyfriend caught his side-piece slipping at the Sawgrass food court Ended up at North Shore with his lung sliding out his shirt "Yeah I knew her, yeah I did her acrylics, seen the bruise" "Yeah he beat her, yeah she stayed, yeah she said she couldn't lose" And the whole salon go quiet, just the buzz of the LED "Chair four, sit down, what we doing today, baby"
Bridge
She tipped me twenty for the silence But silence don't keep itself The bowl remembers everything The bowl remembers itself
Verse 5
Nine PM, lights off, just the buzz from the sign Eight clients, six in cash, two of 'em on the line Forty here, sixty there, total seven-twenty clean Cuticle clipping in the trash, secrets in between I drive the Civic up 441, just me and the hum Pull the rosary off the mirror, kiss it, whisper to my mom I won't repeat what I heard, but the bowl will keep score Eight appointments waiting at the door tomorrow at four
Chorus
Confessions in the bowl, confessions in the bowl She tipped me twenty for the silence, now I hold Every name, every number, every Hilton off the Pines Spill it, spill it, while I file it down in lines Cash App, Zelle, Apple Pay, you know the deal Confessions in the bowl, every secret keep it sealed
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Chair two, sit down, tell me everything
Confessions in the bowl, confessions in the bowl She tipped me twenty for the silence, now I hold
Confessions in the bowl, confessions in the bowl She tipped me twenty for the silence, now I hold
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