Bright Campa - Choices lyrics

(Aye, Heh)
How's everyone doing today?

Throw your mutha-fucking hands in the air
And you're doing okay
Throw your mutha-fucking hands in the air
And I swear you're doing okay
Throw your mutha-fucking hands in the air
And you're doing okay
Throw your mutha-fucking hands in the air
And I swear you're doing okay
(Ouu, Aye)
Ass, boss
Bounce it up (Ouu, Aye)
Ass, boss
Bounce it up (Ouu, Aye)
(Ouu)

I don’t give a fuck, how you feel
I want a mil and you can't deal
What if I told you
All of those drugs and alcohol is a lie?
An excuse for the mind to die inside
Don’t listen
Another voice is telling you to lose it
(Aye)
Pull out the tool, acting like fools
Gang is what they say until someone
Daughter gets in the way
If I told you

If you ain't-a boss, then go sit in a porch
Watching me, "like Campa, please"
Your time is up, boom to the knees
Family doubted my deathbed
A time when I can expose them for
Different song, nightmares keeps letting on
Bounce it up (Ouu, Aye)
Different songs, nightmare keeps letting on
I will pray to God and walk
Like I won the lottery

Throw your mutha-fucking hands in the air
And you're doing okay
Throw your mutha-fucking hands in the air
And I swear you're doing okay
Throw your mutha-fucking hands in the air
And you're doing okay
Throw your mutha-fucking hands in the air
And I swear you're doing okay
(Ouu, Aye)
Ass, boss
Bounce it up (Ouu, Aye)
Ass, boss
Bounce it up (Ouu, Aye)
(Ouu)

Don’t hang around with lower ranks
Know your place okay?
(Aye)
Money on my mind and heart is on that grind
Musical waves, too bad it’s a Segway
The young is dumb, however when their up
I cannot doubt the millions
Yet they ask themselves about the game
It’s a shame (Mm) but gotta keep a deal
But be for real, you can't appeal
Staying positive is key, and being me is mean

Throw your mutha-fucking hands in the air
And you're doing okay
Throw your mutha-fucking hands in the air
And I swear you're doing okay
Throw your mutha-fucking hands in the air
And you're doing okay
Throw your mutha-fucking hands in the air
And I swear you're doing okay
(Ouu, Aye)
Ass, boss
Bounce it up (Ouu, Aye)
Ass, boss
Bounce it up (Ouu, Aye)
(Ouu)

Two different sides always hated
Taking easy piece
They always wanna clap me, trap me
(Aye) in a casket
Can’t stop my destructive dish
Words all over my mix
Tapes, if you can relate
Throw your hands up and
Keep your bands trucked
Throw your hands up and
Keep your bands trucked
We ain’t throwing cash till we see some
(Ouu, Aye)
Ass, boss
Bounce it up (Ouu, Aye)

Baby gonna strip for the city, strip for me
Won't you go to school, putting that work
Don't give up (Aye)
Throw your mutha-fucking hands up (Aye)
It's time to make a change (Aye)
Throw your mutha-fucking hands up (Aye)
It's time to make a change
I ain't the jealous type
But you know what I mean

Throw your mutha-fucking hands in the air
And you're doing okay
Throw your mutha-fucking hands in the air
And I swear you're doing okay
Throw your mutha-fucking hands in the air
And you're doing okay
Throw your mutha-fucking hands in the air
And I swear you're doing okay
(Ouu, Aye)
Ass, boss
Bounce it up (Ouu, Aye)
Ass, boss
Bounce it up (Ouu)