I CHOOSE YOU.

Oh Oh, I choose you I choose you Oh, I choose you I choose you Oh, I choose you Through sickness and health, my dear I choose you Oh, I choose you For better or worse, my dear I choose you Look, my biggest problem is I don't believe the concept of in love In college, I was with Whitni, when she kissed me, I felt then the Heavens had descended upon me So strongly, I was wrong B She came from the Big Apple, wrong tree I kinda sometimes feel like that was God perfecting me I got with Fat and low-key, she changed the trajectory of my vision Supernatural circumcision from selfish ways, I'm on a mission But it be a lie if I said I never felt this way I have before But this love thing just ain't no grab and go You have to pour everything inside out, pray it don't hit the floor Simple as that This ain't just rap, this ain't fictional They made doodie medicinal and make love seem conditional But it ain't though Hell, really, it's perfection Even if it's like Anthony Hamilton's beard and come through in sections The lesson, better yet the blessing Is the fact that it's a choice, perception In the wrong direction has the power to destroy your essence Check your reflection make sure that it's cool For your protection learn yourself before you learn in school That you inadequate truthfully I'm an advocate for these savages Chasing these objects that be inanimate I wish that I could give them something way more tangible It's hard to get your gift from God, when both your hands is full With all your pettiness acting Ed Edd and Eddyish Lack of umbrellas always make rain drops fall down the heaviest Look, stand under something then hopefully it'll help you understand That everybody black on the inside like Folgers cans Keep your composure be careful how you approach a man Pigs can't smell the odor of slop to know they grosser than Most people, but ain't no one picture perfect on easels Don't hate nobody be Godly Swear that poison is lethal My cousin got out, got locked back up that boy on a sequel That penal system got his penal gland smothered in fecal Matter, I'm still squashing all the chatter though Them thotties try me I dodge that bull like a matador Far as the baddest go, my quota way past the status quo That's why Fat got my heart in the end like a Navajo or Arapaho Or Arapaho, I got nasty flow Tell wack rappers take a back seat, I'm they chaperone From the back straight to the trash that's where they have to go No cooning, no metro, I'm boomin' 'til my casket close I should rap some more But I have to go RIP Ali but I'm feeling like Cassius though Rope-a-dope then go for broke like hook and laterals Holy mackerel, my flow should be international Oh, I choose you Through sickness and health, my dear I choose you Oh, I choose you For better or worse, my dear I choose you