Confessions Interlude (Part 1) - August Alsina

Late nights tryna to get her body right

I said go ahead girl, you know your body tight

She was coming down, I was looking up

Caught her attention that’s when we got stuck

7 minute conversation

Short talks about our life in lust

Introduce myself as August, said her loved ones call her darling

Exchange numbers now she dialling and she’s calling saying

Can I come over?

Come over

Can I come over?

Come over

Going up and down on the pole, for the money she do anything for

And all them insecurities gone, girl I ain’t gon' judge you

Plans are reaching her bells on the grind and know what she working for

She be throwing it up and dropping it low, confessions, confessions