I Choose Music
You want a girlfriend or the music?
You want the money or the music?
You wanna relax or the music?
You want a life or the music?
I chose the music, and every time I'd do it again
Living for ecstasy that enters me when I pick up the pen
No I'm not talking Molly
I'm talking bout the feeling when your popping off like a lolly
Everyday's Christmas, feeling jolly
When I'm window shopping on a trolley
There's prolly a couple things that I forgot when I was choosing
The music over my life, like inspiration and my views been Super low
The Music videos be looking like a blooper show
But I still come with that cooler flow
Despite the rough thoughts, I'm tryna learn to love the world, but I'd be lying
Saying that these tough knots ain't here for untying
I've seen enough start to rise, but quit before they got the prize
It's sad to see it all demise, like a soldier when he falls and dies
I'm fighting for what I believe in
From the morning to the evening
I'm storing up all these beats and
Scorching them like a demon
I assault a beat until it's pleading to be leaving
Needing oxygen
In the ring Nono B just cause damage like a boxing gym
K.O
Failed my Spanish test but I know that I'm Fuego
In Barbados spending all these pesos
We cut it up with chainsaws like we in Sharknado
Tryna put me down and step on me but I'm a lego
I chose the music, and every time I'd do it again
But the dilemma of whenever I should hop on a trend
Been hanging over my head like David Blane hanging on balloons
That's the dedication I be praying for when I'm making tunes
I'm like a fisher I catch a hook then release too fast
Then just label it as raw when people be calling it ass
Never pass up on an opportunity to do a feature
Cause working with other artists is like working with a teacher
Ya learn stuff, I earn buff amounts of moola (Not really)
Don't need a personal tooter, leaving this beat not unuttered
I can describe me in 2 words: A person
Who upgraded himself to the new version
So I can write my lyrics in reverse
And be hurting these squirming vermins
Still a virgin, but I won't be when I'm earning
The dough with hoes I be flirting
Murking anyone who with I'm collabing
Grabbing attention, it just happens
When I'm rapping
You want a girlfriend or the music?
You want the money or the music?
You wanna relax or the music?
You want a life or the music?
You want the money or the music?
You wanna relax or the music?
You want a life or the music?
I chose the music, and every time I'd do it again
Living for ecstasy that enters me when I pick up the pen
No I'm not talking Molly
I'm talking bout the feeling when your popping off like a lolly
Everyday's Christmas, feeling jolly
When I'm window shopping on a trolley
There's prolly a couple things that I forgot when I was choosing
The music over my life, like inspiration and my views been Super low
The Music videos be looking like a blooper show
But I still come with that cooler flow
Despite the rough thoughts, I'm tryna learn to love the world, but I'd be lying
Saying that these tough knots ain't here for untying
I've seen enough start to rise, but quit before they got the prize
It's sad to see it all demise, like a soldier when he falls and dies
I'm fighting for what I believe in
From the morning to the evening
I'm storing up all these beats and
Scorching them like a demon
I assault a beat until it's pleading to be leaving
Needing oxygen
In the ring Nono B just cause damage like a boxing gym
K.O
Failed my Spanish test but I know that I'm Fuego
In Barbados spending all these pesos
We cut it up with chainsaws like we in Sharknado
Tryna put me down and step on me but I'm a lego
I chose the music, and every time I'd do it again
But the dilemma of whenever I should hop on a trend
Been hanging over my head like David Blane hanging on balloons
That's the dedication I be praying for when I'm making tunes
I'm like a fisher I catch a hook then release too fast
Then just label it as raw when people be calling it ass
Never pass up on an opportunity to do a feature
Cause working with other artists is like working with a teacher
Ya learn stuff, I earn buff amounts of moola (Not really)
Don't need a personal tooter, leaving this beat not unuttered
I can describe me in 2 words: A person
Who upgraded himself to the new version
So I can write my lyrics in reverse
And be hurting these squirming vermins
Still a virgin, but I won't be when I'm earning
The dough with hoes I be flirting
Murking anyone who with I'm collabing
Grabbing attention, it just happens
When I'm rapping
You want a girlfriend or the music?
You want the money or the music?
You wanna relax or the music?
You want a life or the music?
Credits
Writer(s): Noah Edward Brown
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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