Lyrics:
made mute by the virtue of decision
And I choose most of your life goes on without me
Oh the fear I've known
That I might reap the praise of strangers
rover
High as my expectations that's why I'm never sober
Driven by my ambitions I never needed a chauffeur
Lately I've been making better decisions
OK, I made my decision
The top is where I'm sitting
They wouldn't see the vision
Now I've got the ammunition
Swear I saw it coming like I had
Girl, you're not my wife
You need to stay in your lane
Call me, "Mister Precision"
To turn you on, is my mission
I don't know your name
But I know your
this world that we livin' in people keep on givin' in
Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
Not respectin' each other, deny thy
"My father's a fucking asshole, man!"
Dean: "Hmm, I see. Your feelings of rebelion are not unusual at your age
Son."
Buffoon: "My mother's a piece
plenty, chosen by any
Man or woman who understand
The topic that's known and
Go by the dock flock and clock the topic
As I drop my hook and get a bite
your positions
Fuck your religion, fuck your decisions
See they're not mine so you gotta let 'em go
We can be ourselves, but you gotta let us know
plenty, chosen by any
Man or woman who understand
The topic that's known and
Go by the dock flock and clock the topic
As I drop my hook and get a bite
on
Or is it better just to wait?
I don't wanna decide
My decisions are not right
I don't wanna decide
My decisions are not right
As time goes by
Still
This liquor, nine months ago swear I'd make better decisions
I would drink by the liter of kittens, my liver bleeds while
I'm checking out instead
My old man is a bad man, but
I can't deny the way he holds my hand
And he grabs me, he has me by my heart
He doesn't mind I have a Las Vegas past
on my heart, my first tough decision
In the shadows, clingin' to my soul as my only critic
Where's my faith? Told you I was Christian, but just not
ain't with ya, I'm not okay
If you want my love (yeah)
Come a little bit closer
Don't make me wait (ooh)
Let's make some bad decisions
I want
You keep on accusing me
Of making your life misery
But if that's not abusing me, what isn't
You wanna be my friend, well it's too late
My love
a little bit more than a break from you
Matter of fact fuck you, don't need you in my life
You done did so much wrong I hope you get it right
But not at my
Jesus was carpenter now so is Markus
It says to be like him so in his shoes I'm walking
Following the promise headed to the water
My reflection is
dem
No, no Mr. Babylon
Not my Soul
I can't take this Anymore na na na
Fumar Ganjah, Plantar es Mi Decisión
When the global take the herbs
Y Ser Libre es
you (ooh)
(Woo, ooh shit, nigga)
I ain't finished yet, not by a long shot
Cole never snooze, won't even stop my alarm clock
Shout to Ryan Coog',
Tell me fck you I'll tell you fck
You back with my index finger
I can flip on some killershit
But I'd rather keep cool
Keep it sober minded try not to
Be
Tell me "fuck you" I'll tell you fuck
You back with my index finger
I can flip on some killershit
But I'd rather keep cool
Keep it so remind it try not
not different ya
Reaching heights not limits
Thinking clearly becomes so hard when the fog settles in it
Decisions, decisions
Do I burn the bridges ya
[Originally by Husker Du]
I'm curious to know exactly how you are
i keep my distance but that distance is too far
it reassures me just to know that
But I know deep down inside he loved me
It was a time I suffered so much
I wanted to get it out of me
I would cut my arms, not to kill myself, I
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