Tommy Ice - Option lyrics
[Tommy Ice - Option lyrics]
Yeah, Tommy
This song started out as like, I don't know
(Ayy, Ross, sauce it up)
Two years I been on so many shit
Fuck a broke hoe, I think I want a rich bitch
Roley on my wrist like a fit bit
Lately, been feeling like a option
Couple milly in this city
Still don't got friends
I lost my self in the process
Chasing pussy, money, liquor like a job yeah
I treated family like a object
Ego is a bitch I'm sorry we don't talk yeah
I go deep
In my thoughts when I'm sauced yeah
Bet you wonderin' why I don't really talk ey
Did me dirty, 'cause I ain't really hot now
Give me a second
I'll be riding with the top down
Just had a dream that you
Cried when I walked out
I was broke and niggas ask me for guap now
What's a king to a god how I feel like
Yeah small, have a feeling I don't feel right
But I've been dealing with a
Lot of real life shit
But I ain't really happy like real
Happy like for really though
Like when I smoked a blunt for
The first where that feeling go?
I'm not the one to ask, 'cause really
I don't really know
Made a promise to myself that imma
Stack it to the ceiling though
Lately, been feeling like an option
Couple milly in this city
Still don't got friends
I lost my self in the process
Chasing pussy, money, liquor like a job yeah
I treated family like an object
Ego is a bitch I'm sorry we don't talk yeah
I go deep
In my thoughts when I'm sauced yeah
Bet you wonderin' why I don't really talk ey
Money cool, but I need someone to talk with
Designer jeans so I ain't tryna wash it
Yeah yeah, 'cause it might shrink
Music is my therapy this my shrink
Don't talk a lot nobody care what I think
Getting faded by my lonely turn to my thing
Started out when I was young my
Mama said like why you hiding?
Diamonds forming pressure now the
Boy is shining i trust god, and the timing
Lately, been feeling like an option
Couple milly in this city
Still don't got friends
I lost my self in the process
Chasing pussy, money, liquor like a job yeah
I treated family like an object
Ego is a bitch I'm sorry we don't talk yeah
I go deep
In my thoughts when I'm sauced yeah
Bet you wonderin' why I don't really talk ey
This song started out as like, I don't know
(Ayy, Ross, sauce it up)
Two years I been on so many shit
Fuck a broke hoe, I think I want a rich bitch
Roley on my wrist like a fit bit
Lately, been feeling like a option
Couple milly in this city
Still don't got friends
I lost my self in the process
Chasing pussy, money, liquor like a job yeah
I treated family like a object
Ego is a bitch I'm sorry we don't talk yeah
I go deep
In my thoughts when I'm sauced yeah
Bet you wonderin' why I don't really talk ey
Did me dirty, 'cause I ain't really hot now
Give me a second
I'll be riding with the top down
Just had a dream that you
Cried when I walked out
I was broke and niggas ask me for guap now
What's a king to a god how I feel like
Yeah small, have a feeling I don't feel right
But I've been dealing with a
Lot of real life shit
But I ain't really happy like real
Happy like for really though
Like when I smoked a blunt for
The first where that feeling go?
I'm not the one to ask, 'cause really
I don't really know
Made a promise to myself that imma
Stack it to the ceiling though
Lately, been feeling like an option
Couple milly in this city
Still don't got friends
I lost my self in the process
Chasing pussy, money, liquor like a job yeah
I treated family like an object
Ego is a bitch I'm sorry we don't talk yeah
I go deep
In my thoughts when I'm sauced yeah
Bet you wonderin' why I don't really talk ey
Money cool, but I need someone to talk with
Designer jeans so I ain't tryna wash it
Yeah yeah, 'cause it might shrink
Music is my therapy this my shrink
Don't talk a lot nobody care what I think
Getting faded by my lonely turn to my thing
Started out when I was young my
Mama said like why you hiding?
Diamonds forming pressure now the
Boy is shining i trust god, and the timing
Lately, been feeling like an option
Couple milly in this city
Still don't got friends
I lost my self in the process
Chasing pussy, money, liquor like a job yeah
I treated family like an object
Ego is a bitch I'm sorry we don't talk yeah
I go deep
In my thoughts when I'm sauced yeah
Bet you wonderin' why I don't really talk ey