"CHOICE" lyrics

EVERY (Justin Stone) Lyrics

"CHOICE"

Don't know what I want, don't make me
Choice is like a drug I'm chasin'
She just want me all to herself
I just fall again, nothing helps, yeah
Don't know what I want, don't make me
Choice is like a drug I'm chasin'
She just want me all to herself
I just fall again, nothing helps

Chase women, chase fame, same things that make me feel alive
Prolly be my death
Yeah, flex until I got it, remember smokin' in the Benz
With my ex in the cycle, couldn't end
Hop on the phone and now keeps seducin' me
I'm laying low, ballin' out for my rent
They want me on a song, pay up my mortgage
200 million streams, bitch, give me respect
I stay obsessed with my growth, y'all finna choke
But I got my hands 'round your neck
Tap out if you cannot take it
I been in the game for a minute, this isn't a flex
Lately the combo is weed and the stress
Don't fuck with your comment, might leave you upset
Inside the session I'm reppin' the bops
Just took one text, she came through, gave me top, yeah (she gave me top)

Don't know what I want, don't make me
Choice is like a drug I'm chasin'
She just want me all to herself, herself
I just fall again, nothing helps
Don't know what I want, don't make me
Choice is like a drug I'm chasin'
She just want me all to herself
I just fall again, nothing helps, nothing helps


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