Lyrics:
These are our demands:
We want control of our bodies.
Decisions will now be ours.
You can carry out your noble actions,
We will carry our
We say the same thing
Don’t know what’s coming next
Rushing to the same page
Bleeding paper cuts
Nothing feels the same
We get high to feel
Whether you real or fake, make a decision
Our limit is the sky
We don't think of the ceiling
Our main goal is counting paper and chillin'
Wake up
Long in solidarity just like all his women
In Long Beach
Aimless
Your fingers wiping oil on the paper with precision
With decision like
Elevator goin' up
In the gleaming corridors of the fifty-first floor
The money can be made if you really want some more
Executive decision
Elevator goin' up
In the gleaming corridors of the fifty-first floor
The money can be made if you really want some more
Executive decision
on reality
cnd all my
Decision definin me
Working toward the light I guess
Its all a game of paper chess
Decisions define
Decisions define
Definin me
Words comin' forth like water from the tap
Clap tracks line the spaces places papers people stack
Back track through the minutes when the thoughts
never crystallized
Into a truth that you might own, hey hey.
[Chorus]
Mr. Richards, your decision.
Pay attention, pay attention.
Mr. Richards,
Got you rolling papers, got you rolling papers
Got you rolling papers, got you rolling papers
Minus the bullshit
Got you rolling papers, got you
the cut
Fisticuffs, the lady gave her eighty-some paper cut
Now picture us it's ridiculous you curse at the thought
'Cause when I spit the verse the shit
reff flow, could this decision might determine how the game goes
Every time you get use me being here, I go. On that note that's my que to go.
the cut
Fisticuffs, the lady gave her eighty-some paper cut
Now picture us it's ridiculous you curse at the thought
'Cause when I spit the verse the shit
c politician is a civil servant
Not a slave to a paper God
There's no doubt
They're making the wrong decisions for the wrong reasons
There's no
stand decisions, I think it's so rude
That you ask me if I want Plastic or Paper
I don't know...just a bag!
PLASTIC
Oh, plastic sounds OK, just put in
Get this paper, get this paper
Come get this paper (yeah, yeah)
Get this paper, get this paper
Come get this paper (A1)
Me and my girl need
Gucci on my t shirt
Have been having many seizures
Couldn't make all my decisions
Fuck the haters on my paper am on a mission
Gucci on my t shirt
, scissors
Which one is it? It's your decision
And no matter what you chose
You gonna live it
Rock, paper, scissors
Everybody want's to be happy, so
remember one girl
Who'd believe she'd be so devious
Bad decision, bad move
She told the papers everything
Well maybe
Do you need it, do you?
Do you want it,
the cut
Fisticuffs, the lady gave her eighty-some paper cut
Now picture us it's ridiculous you curse at the thought
'Cause when I spit the verse the shit
these cars and keep
Fucking these stars
I guess that's the world we live in
Young niggas with executive decisions
Turn on the TV and see us winning
They
A broken pen of mine
An open end with time
The paper burned to air
A razor word to share
Thrown away
Thrown away
Say another line of a thousand
Stuck with my nigga's
Now we all winnin'
Rollin' up paper
Ball like a Laker
Top on the building
I'm high as a 'scraper
What can I say now
Cops know
to keep shit alive
Now I don't know how to end things so I end up making bad decisions
Paper thin walls led to paper thin conversations
Hands up on my body,
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