Bailey Smith - Choices Lyrics

Now I start to fumble
Ain't no way I'm about to crumble
Bout to stack em to the top can you feel the struggle
When I get up to the top know I'm staying humble
Long as I can clear the heat stay away from trouble
Stomach start to bubble
Now I'm seeing double
Tryna take a sobriety test without a stumble
When you get locked up know it kills the hustle

I done had nine lives but I wasted eight
Last one for the lord when he comes and he takes
Cause the card I was dealt man we talking bout faith
Got a lot of choices bout the ones that we make

Party on the weekend and its getting late
Its getting late
We taking shot to see another day
Another day
We calling up the plug he on the way
He making plays
We taking shots to see another day
Another day

I got the crew with me and my cup filled with liquor
Got the Dankwoods and the bitches I'm lifted
And the whiskey got me feeling wicked now and I'm twisted
Bout to hop up in the whip and we'll crank the ignition
Going 60 in a 35 and I'm shifting
Parents tripping
I just sit back and I'm sipping
Now I'm drifting
Cup is overflowing its dripping
Head is spinning
Thank the lord the life that I'm living
Life I'm living

I done had nine lives but I wasted eight
Last one for the lord when he comes and he takes
Cause the card I was dealt man we talking bout faith
I done wrecked some cars and I smash my face

Party on the weekend and its getting late
Its getting late
We taking shot to see another day
Another day
We calling up the plug he on the way
He making plays
We taking shots to see another day
Another day