Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Decisions, Decisions, artist - Joey Cool. Date of issue: 26.09.2019
Song language: English
Decisions, Decisions |
| K-K-Kato on the track b— |
| We all got decisions to make |
| Don’t think too hard, that can get in your way |
| Decisions, decisions |
| I been in several engagements, got me on several stages |
| Autobiography typa shit, dog I miss everyone pages |
| The one with the devilish statements |
| The one who was never complacent |
| The one who done sacrificed everything |
| One for the rebel and settle for Nathan |
| If they wanna head for the Matrix |
| Then I’m finna head for the basement |
| I’m blocking out everything |
| Out of my teeth, the reception |
| I’m back to the basics |
| We in the races (We in the races) |
| We all gotta face it (We all gotta face it) |
| I got responsibility |
| People be counting on me to deliver a statement |
| Keeping it literal when I get literal |
| Nothing to litter but nothing was phased |
| That’s interstellar see I run with the stars |
| The galaxy ours, man what am I chasing |
| Plenty perfectionist and turning blindly |
| Mistaking Coolie for being a pessimist |
| I know it’s hard for people to process my proper etiquette |
| I know I’m permanently a problem, I hide the evidence |
| And at the flip of a switch, I’m wilin', I’m pissin' excellence |
| Then simultaneously a violent exhibitionist, a spitting specialist |
| Whose constantly battling wondering whether not to be |
| Adamant about that one old adage about snapping a rapping or some relevance |
| I think that’s where my action is |
| We all got decisions to make |
| Don’t think too hard, that can get in your way |
| Decisions, decisions |
| We sitting taking our relatives |
| But is it really they or are we faking our messages |
| In a community, I’m guilty of it too |
| I ain’t using me like I should be maneuvering |
| You could still see the truth in me |
| Usually I’m influencing negative mood |
| And what’s worse, they getting used to me |
| Abusing me, using me, overdoing things, it’s so much scrutiny |
| Don’t be trying to be Coolie |
| These niggas hate me for basically being great |
| And these pictures perfectly paint a description of what you ain’t |
| My decision to plant a stake in this fucking cess of a lake |
| Did I make a fucking mistake |
| Did I sacrifice something great |
| To endure the dare and escape |
| Go on to with Aaron D. Yates and Krizz Kaliko state to state |
| To go hang with the pool of apes where they bang and they moving weight |
| Where they stick 'em up and they shake in the kitchen and baking cake |
| Add an R and a C and then take the E and throw it away, I know |
| For those of you who didn’t get it okay then understand it |
| I’m talking about crack |
| See I know the dealers, a couple of killers, but I ain’t gon' judge her for that |
| The vulnerability, I’ve been revealing, the people, they love him for that |
| But then they go question my character, look in the mirror |
| Don’t trust 'em with that, it’s fucking real, I don’t be fucking with that |
| Discover the colors with nothing intact |
| Supposed to be brothers, the fuck is we at? |
| Don’t love in the heart of the city is facts |
| We all got decisions to make |
| Don’t think too hard, that can get in your way |
| Decisions, decisions |
| This bitch in my ear screaming, «Where you at Jordie?» |
| Acting, I’m cool as Joey too |
| Playing my corner we not shooting pool (Aw yeah) |
| Projects and profits, the topic is toxic |
| From taught less to topless, hot is too barbeque |
| Fuck you think we high for? |
| Why take the high road? |
| You playing with pyro |
| Technics hot like Texas |
| Extraterrestrial, exercising my hexes |
| Just wish me death with my eyes closed |
| Decisions, decisions, my god |
| I’m licking my chops |
| I feel like a goat and a lamb when I talk |
| There’s fish in my plate but I swim with these sharks |
| This bitch in my face but she still got my heart |
| 'Bout to tear me apart, shit is hard but is killing me soft |
| Aw damn, let’s cut the shit like lacerations |
| Have to face it, far from basic, hide ya babies |
| Hostage maybe, altercations, water painting |
| Bear with me, lost my patience, said my nephew |
| A lot to take in, how I’m supposed to let you |
| Get away ease bitch, trip on my neck like Eazy-E bitch |
| Hand me my keys hoe, nigga like me tryna spend it like we rich |
| Trappin' out a rental, info |
| Holly with a puppy dog, the bitch all on my kinfolk |
| Oh I see why you dancin', we ain’t romantic |
| No bitch you cannot, we ain’t even fancy, finesse |
| Um, Vanessa Williams still alive y’all |
| My pride faulty, she want the frost that’s what I saw |
| An eye for an eyeball might cost me some Tylenol |
| My mind fucked, life’s a bitch |
| If I won’t fuck, another guy calls |
| We all got decisions to make |
| Don’t think too hard, that can get in your way |
| Decisions, decisions |