Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns
The sword, i reek of poor decisions
All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed
Stupid decisions lead to arguments and letting you go was my biggest regret
A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips
So as i reminisce and make decisions
Ive had rough times made bad decisions
So here i am at the store for some chips
People make split decisions to wake another day
If i can leave this place, and just get away
Life's about decisions man
Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam
She likes the way it hits her lips
Making unfair grown up decisions
Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns
Walk into a prison, walk out with new decisions,
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