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Paris Shadows

Options

 

Options

(album: Lost Boy - 2020)


Now I'm taking everything
It's been way too long
Think I don't got options
But I've got a few of those
Got too many calling
I wish they would leave me alone
Got too many options
Oh, I got too many options
Yuh

You know diamonds never be up on my neck
I'm still stacking up these chains and cashing cheques
She don't want you best believe because you broke
I stay me and keep it real, that's all I know
Walk in Ricky G's, Balenci on my toe
She a fiend to me, just look up at her nose
I keep Von Maur drip on me for when it's cold
I stay me and keep it real, that's all I know

Young, wild misfits Ion fucking listen
The fake shit, most people round me always complacent
I'm wasted, so close to the top that I can taste it
Erase this life that I'm living with negative faces

Young, wild misfits Ion fucking listen
The fake shit, most people round me always complacent
I'm wasted, so close to the top that I can taste it
Erase this life that I'm living with negative faces

It's been way too long
Think I don't got options
But I've got a few of those
Got too many calling
I wish they would leave me alone
Got too many options
Oh, I got too many options
Yuh

Too many options inside of my head
Most days I feel like I'm better off dead
I know you're sorry, the things that you said
Most days I feel like I'm better off dead

Look me in the eyes, now you're gone
I don't wanna be all alone
Why you always calling on my phone
When I'm never home?

Young, wild misfits
Ion fucking listen
The fake shit, most people round me always complacent
I'm wasted, so close to the top that I can taste it
Erase this life that I'm living with negative faces

It's been way too long
Think I don't got options
But I've got a few of those
Got too many calling
I wish they would leave me alone
Got too many options
Oh, I got too many options
Yuh

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