Decisions, Decisions - Joey Cool, Joey Cool feat. Suli4Q, Y2

K-K-Kato on the track b—

We all got decisions to make

Don’t think too hard, that can get in your way

Decisions, decisions

I been in several engagements, got me on several stages

Autobiography typa shit, dog I miss everyone pages

The one with the devilish statements

The one who was never complacent

The one who done sacrificed everything

One for the rebel and settle for Nathan

If they wanna head for the Matrix

Then I’m finna head for the basement

I’m blocking out everything

Out of my teeth, the reception

I’m back to the basics

We in the races (We in the races)

We all gotta face it (We all gotta face it)

I got responsibility

People be counting on me to deliver a statement

Keeping it literal when I get literal

Nothing to litter but nothing was phased

That’s interstellar see I run with the stars

The galaxy ours, man what am I chasing

Plenty perfectionist and turning blindly

Mistaking Coolie for being a pessimist

I know it’s hard for people to process my proper etiquette

I know I’m permanently a problem, I hide the evidence

And at the flip of a switch, I’m wilin', I’m pissin' excellence

Then simultaneously a violent exhibitionist, a spitting specialist

Whose constantly battling wondering whether not to be

Adamant about that one old adage about snapping a rapping or some relevance

I think that’s where my action is

We all got decisions to make

Don’t think too hard, that can get in your way

Decisions, decisions

We sitting taking our relatives

But is it really they or are we faking our messages

In a community, I’m guilty of it too

I ain’t using me like I should be maneuvering

You could still see the truth in me

Usually I’m influencing negative mood

And what’s worse, they getting used to me

Abusing me, using me, overdoing things, it’s so much scrutiny

Don’t be trying to be Coolie

These niggas hate me for basically being great

And these pictures perfectly paint a description of what you ain’t

My decision to plant a stake in this fucking cess of a lake

Did I make a fucking mistake

Did I sacrifice something great

To endure the dare and escape

Go on to with Aaron D. Yates and Krizz Kaliko state to state

To go hang with the pool of apes where they bang and they moving weight

Where they stick 'em up and they shake in the kitchen and baking cake

Add an R and a C and then take the E and throw it away, I know

For those of you who didn’t get it okay then understand it

I’m talking about crack

See I know the dealers, a couple of killers, but I ain’t gon' judge her for that

The vulnerability, I’ve been revealing, the people, they love him for that

But then they go question my character, look in the mirror

Don’t trust 'em with that, it’s fucking real, I don’t be fucking with that

Discover the colors with nothing intact

Supposed to be brothers, the fuck is we at?

Don’t love in the heart of the city is facts

We all got decisions to make

Don’t think too hard, that can get in your way

Decisions, decisions

This bitch in my ear screaming, «Where you at Jordie?»

Acting, I’m cool as Joey too

Playing my corner we not shooting pool (Aw yeah)

Projects and profits, the topic is toxic

From taught less to topless, hot is too barbeque

Fuck you think we high for?

Why take the high road?

You playing with pyro

Technics hot like Texas

Extraterrestrial, exercising my hexes

Just wish me death with my eyes closed

Decisions, decisions, my god

I’m licking my chops

I feel like a goat and a lamb when I talk

There’s fish in my plate but I swim with these sharks

This bitch in my face but she still got my heart

'Bout to tear me apart, shit is hard but is killing me soft

Aw damn, let’s cut the shit like lacerations

Have to face it, far from basic, hide ya babies

Hostage maybe, altercations, water painting

Bear with me, lost my patience, said my nephew

A lot to take in, how I’m supposed to let you

Get away ease bitch, trip on my neck like Eazy-E bitch

Hand me my keys hoe, nigga like me tryna spend it like we rich

Trappin' out a rental, info

Holly with a puppy dog, the bitch all on my kinfolk

Oh I see why you dancin', we ain’t romantic

No bitch you cannot, we ain’t even fancy, finesse

Um, Vanessa Williams still alive y’all

My pride faulty, she want the frost that’s what I saw

An eye for an eyeball might cost me some Tylenol

My mind fucked, life’s a bitch

If I won’t fuck, another guy calls

We all got decisions to make

Don’t think too hard, that can get in your way

Decisions, decisions