Saint - Choices Lyrics

Lyrics Choices - Saint



Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
Got to navigate through it all
You know I was destined to ball
Got to navigate through it all
You know I was destined to ball
I be over encumbered but there′s no limit to my threshold
Told to sit down and shut up but now I'm brave and so bold
No coke bowls
No choke holds
No broke souls
You got ice in your heart and horns on ya head like King Cold
DBZ
I do see
The almighty
Plan for me
A different breed
I am the Last of the Mohicans
I steady be seeking
These brothers be tweaking
I′m out on the weekend
Hard work instead of the freaking
I be making them
I be making them
I be making them
Choices
I be making them
I be making them
I be making them
Choices
I be making them
I be making them
I be making them
Choices
I be making them
I be making them
I be making them
Making them
Choices
Heart of Gold met the Heart of Lead
He replaced the negative reaction in my stead
I'm out for bread
Watch where you tread
She in my bed
Old me is dead
You Sith I'm Jed
You do what′s said
I think for myself
When books fall off I just stay on my shelf
They say I need help
But it′s the opposite
She think she got me wrapped around her finger
But the smell of that pussy cat does linger
You know she screwing multiple dudes
You think she just wants you?
She stirring up that baby maker just like stew
The choice you make will matter
A year from now
When you broke off child support
From being milked like a cow
I be making them
I be making them
I be making them
Choices
I be making them
I be making them
I be making them
Choices
I be making them
I be making them
I be making them
Choices
I be making them
I be making them
I be making them
Making them
Choices
You smoking out wasting damn time
Who knew that these niggas be obsessed with their own crimes
Instead of spending time on some dope rhymes
You got me turning green like some Nickelodeon slime
My backbone bigger than an elephant's spine
My mouth twist sour like I ate key lime
Every time I hear your wack rhymes
I move up like a treadmill incline
Or like Curtis Mayfield on a good day
With Bae
I be making them
I be making them
I be making them
Choices
I be making them
I be making them
I be making them
Choices
I be making them
I be making them
I be making them
Choices
I be making them
I be making them
I be making them
Making them
Choices



Writer(s): St. Clair Du-berry


Saint - Choices
Album Choices
date of release
01-01-2022




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