Bad Decisions (feat. NAHLI)

There's no more rules to break

You made all of your mistakes, yeah

You had a choice to make

And you made another bad decision

There's no more rules to break

You made all of your mistakes, yeah

No need to calculate

The sum of all your bad decisions

Voices in my head, choices in my bed

I should be rollin' out, but I'm rollin' up instead

Plans out the window, somebody's at the door

Patterns on the seed, bodies on the floor

Socks in the sock drawer, drawing my sock

I'm goin' all out, are we all in or what?

Same old story every bloody weekend

Sunday I'm on a weight, Monday I'm a deep end

And you made another bad decision

There's no more rules to break

You  made all of your mistakes, yeah

You had a choice to make

And you made another bad decision

There's no more rules to break

You made all of your mistakes, yeah

No need to calculate

The sum of all your bad decisions

Come on, mate, it's only eight

Start early, finish early

Start early, finish late

I'm already in a state

In a rave over east, the night ain't goin' west yet

Next thing you know, we're in a cab to the west end (Oh, God)

Feelin' super, drinkin' my juice

Doin' bumps, gettin' pranged in the back of the Uber

Nearly hit the box, still gotta get our tickets though

Wait up, hold on a minute, my phone's ringin', bro

And you made another bad decision

There's no more rules to break

You made all of your mistakes, yeah

You had a choice to make

And you made another bad decision

There's no more rules to break

You made all of your mistakes, yeah

No need to calculate

The sum of all your bad decisions

You know the coup, skip the queue

Step in the club, get a table

And order a couple bottles of booze

Bottles of Patrón, Patrón, however you pronounce it

And one or two shots, but who's countin'?

Hopped outside meet thingy for the thing (Yeah)

Knocked on the door, ain't no trouble gettin' in

Hopped outta the van, was on my way back to the gang

With half an ounce in my hand, when I bumped into a fan

And you made another bad decision

Shoved the fed, now I'm leggin' it through SoHo

Tryna hold my jeans up, I shouldn't wear 'em so low

Straight across water, nearly hit a rickshaw

If I get caught, I know all too well what I'm in for

Left down Broadwick, I'm runnin' outta breath

But I already know how I'm gettin' out of this mess

I ain't goin' in for nothing, even though the cops got me

The packet's in the rickshaw, I've got nothing on me, officer