Lyrics Decisions, Decisions - Joey Cool, Joey Cool feat. Suli4Q, Y2

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