Pick Your Poison Lyrics

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