Pick Your Poison

Run into you tomorrow fantasize on you today In my head all the memories only on replay Heart beating out my chest all butterflies on display Leaned in for a kiss your mood change got in the way You a Thompson to my Curry shape our future like its clay We the stars against our ex's now we drawing our own plays Breaking up the huddle put our motions on display Never go out of your way to make that K a lowercase All day a smile on my face when I get home it turns to frowns I know it for a fact you're the best thing in this town Ya it ain't gon' work in Cupid's hands I will drown Liking all my songs but not me or how I sound Thinking bout tomorrow like what words will and I speak And she won't have no makeup on put red up on her cheek Making her all blush then her stomach go all week Now leaving her on open cause she itching for a peek Your boy make a grand in a month well I make it in a week Take you where you wanna go and put them Jordans on your feet Don't know what it is but something bout you is unique Even on your bad days you know I have you look on fleek I was way down at my worst and this girl made me believe That everything would be alright but them she upped to leave Left me by myself and I didn't find time to grieve Imma prove her wrong shoot for the stars till I achieve Man I cannot wait to show her the best me And she'll come to find out hear my tracks on her T.V. All the hurt it worsened with my heart up on my sleeve Imma send you fifty so my heart can be at peace Go on baby girl now its time to pick your poison I was so loyal to you but you went and let them boys in Couldn't hide it if you wanted to your toxicness to noisy Writing down your bucket list the first thing was destroy me Whoever made love I wanna meet you Cause you did a shit job Did this shit wrong Can't express my love to you instead thoughts go to hit songs All those late nights with you chilling on the call Now I'm staring at the ceiling or the wall Eyes down in the hall Imma start a brawl if I draw one more short straw Imma start a brawl if I draw one more short straw Why your friends involved they couldn't tell you how I felt Only thing they've ever known bout me how my name is spelt In arguments bringing up my past a hard shot below the belt Its about how you play the hand with the shitty cards you're dealt