Life That I Chose
Know you see me trying to grind on my
Staying tough but it turned me to
Used to hate it when you calling my
Sick of waiting on me when I ain't
I'm up late
Need the bag
Now under my eyes It shows
All this hate
For my past
It's been weighing on my soul
Like a pound of gold
I can't eat
Losing weight I know it shows
Looking slim
Feeling shady
This is a homage flow
But you gone
I remember baby
when my walls
Start to fall
Life was dominoes
We ten toes
We had common goals
What the column shows
Trying to stack
Had you on top
Now I'm in the bottom row
This ain't even close to the show
Acting out you gave me
Lessons from a drama coach
Tell me go and get my bread
but then you always want to toast
I can't focus in this club
You think it's me hiding my love
It's in my blood and I'm afraid
Don't want my life to be a joke
Know you see me trying to grind on my own
Staying tough but it turned me to stone
Used to hate it when you calling my phone
Sick of waiting on me when I ain't home
Losing track of all this time in my zone
Trying to push it through the highs and the lows
Kick in doors when another one close
Making good with the life that I chose
Making good with the life that I chose
Making good with the life that I chose
When I met you
Young and immature
Eventually outgrew me
I'm like what you know
You seen nothing
Wonder why'd you choose me
I seen life
Taken right before my eyes
Betrayal by the ones who said
That they'd always be down to ride
They ain't taking shots
Roll they windows up when they be driving by
I don't know how I survive
Life leaving my body
All this time it flies
Try not to get bored and still monopolize
I'm on fire
But I know one day even a comet dies
Know I ain't like a lot of guys
Cross my T's and dot my I's
I pray where the bodies lie
And clear my mind at the promenade
By that lake that I took you to
Made mistakes I'm overdue
To leave it all behind
My head is hot
My heart is colder to
Know you see me trying to grind on my own
Staying tough but it turned me to stone
Used to hate it when you calling my phone
Sick of waiting on me when I ain't home
Losing track of all this time in my zone
Trying to push it through the highs and the lows
Kick in doors when another one close
Making good with the life that I chose
Making good with the life that I chose
Making good with the life that I chose
Staying tough but it turned me to
Used to hate it when you calling my
Sick of waiting on me when I ain't
I'm up late
Need the bag
Now under my eyes It shows
All this hate
For my past
It's been weighing on my soul
Like a pound of gold
I can't eat
Losing weight I know it shows
Looking slim
Feeling shady
This is a homage flow
But you gone
I remember baby
when my walls
Start to fall
Life was dominoes
We ten toes
We had common goals
What the column shows
Trying to stack
Had you on top
Now I'm in the bottom row
This ain't even close to the show
Acting out you gave me
Lessons from a drama coach
Tell me go and get my bread
but then you always want to toast
I can't focus in this club
You think it's me hiding my love
It's in my blood and I'm afraid
Don't want my life to be a joke
Know you see me trying to grind on my own
Staying tough but it turned me to stone
Used to hate it when you calling my phone
Sick of waiting on me when I ain't home
Losing track of all this time in my zone
Trying to push it through the highs and the lows
Kick in doors when another one close
Making good with the life that I chose
Making good with the life that I chose
Making good with the life that I chose
When I met you
Young and immature
Eventually outgrew me
I'm like what you know
You seen nothing
Wonder why'd you choose me
I seen life
Taken right before my eyes
Betrayal by the ones who said
That they'd always be down to ride
They ain't taking shots
Roll they windows up when they be driving by
I don't know how I survive
Life leaving my body
All this time it flies
Try not to get bored and still monopolize
I'm on fire
But I know one day even a comet dies
Know I ain't like a lot of guys
Cross my T's and dot my I's
I pray where the bodies lie
And clear my mind at the promenade
By that lake that I took you to
Made mistakes I'm overdue
To leave it all behind
My head is hot
My heart is colder to
Know you see me trying to grind on my own
Staying tough but it turned me to stone
Used to hate it when you calling my phone
Sick of waiting on me when I ain't home
Losing track of all this time in my zone
Trying to push it through the highs and the lows
Kick in doors when another one close
Making good with the life that I chose
Making good with the life that I chose
Making good with the life that I chose
Credits
Writer(s): Andre Tavares
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