[Intro: Tobe Nwigwe]
Ooh, I choose you
I choose you, oh
Ooh, I choose you
Oh, I choose you
[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe & Fat]
Ooh, I choose you
Through sickness and health
My dear, I choose you
Ooh, I choose you
For better or worse
My dear, I choose you
[Verse: Tobe Nwigwe]
Look, my biggest problem is I don't believe the concept of in love
In college I was with Whitney when she kissed me
I felt then the heavens had descended upon me so strongly
I was wrong, B, she came from the Big Applе, wrong tree
I kinda sometimes feel like that was God pеrfectin’ 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'd be a lie if I said I never felt this way, I have befo’
But this love thing just ain't gon' grab and go
You have to pull everything inside out, pray it don't hit the floor
Simple as that, this just ain't rap, this ain't fiction
They make Dodie medicinal and make love seem conditional
But it ain't though, hell, really, it's perfection
Even if it’s like Anthony Hamilton’s bed, it come through in sections
The lesson, better yet the blessin' 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're inadequate, truthfully I'm an advocate for these savages
Chasin’ these objects that be inadamant
I wish that I could give them somethin' way more catchable
It's hard to get your gift from God when both your hands is full
With all your pettiness, actin' Ed, Edd, and Eddy
This lack of umbrellas always make raindrops fall down the heaviest
Look, stand under somethin' then hopefully it'll help you understand
That everybody black on the inside like Folger's cans
Keep your composure, be careful how you approach her, 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 penile glands smothered in fecal matter
I'm just squashin' all the chatter, dog
Them thotties try me, I dodge that bull like a matador
Fought the baddest, got my quota way past the status quo
That's why Fat got my heart in the end like a Navajo
Or Arapaho, I got nasty flow
Tell white rappers, "Take a back seat," I'm like chaperone
From the back, straight to the trash, that's where they have to go
No Conan, no Metro, I'm boomin' 'til my casket close
I should rap some mo', but I have to go
R.I.P., I'd leave but I'm feelin' like Cassius though
Rope-a-dope then go for broke, like hook and laterals
Holy mackerel, my flow should be international, sing
Ooh, I choose you
I choose you, oh
Ooh, I choose you
Oh, I choose you
[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe & Fat]
Ooh, I choose you
Through sickness and health
My dear, I choose you
Ooh, I choose you
For better or worse
My dear, I choose you
[Verse: Tobe Nwigwe]
Look, my biggest problem is I don't believe the concept of in love
In college I was with Whitney when she kissed me
I felt then the heavens had descended upon me so strongly
I was wrong, B, she came from the Big Applе, wrong tree
I kinda sometimes feel like that was God pеrfectin’ 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'd be a lie if I said I never felt this way, I have befo’
But this love thing just ain't gon' grab and go
You have to pull everything inside out, pray it don't hit the floor
Simple as that, this just ain't rap, this ain't fiction
They make Dodie medicinal and make love seem conditional
But it ain't though, hell, really, it's perfection
Even if it’s like Anthony Hamilton’s bed, it come through in sections
The lesson, better yet the blessin' 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're inadequate, truthfully I'm an advocate for these savages
Chasin’ these objects that be inadamant
I wish that I could give them somethin' way more catchable
It's hard to get your gift from God when both your hands is full
With all your pettiness, actin' Ed, Edd, and Eddy
This lack of umbrellas always make raindrops fall down the heaviest
Look, stand under somethin' then hopefully it'll help you understand
That everybody black on the inside like Folger's cans
Keep your composure, be careful how you approach her, 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 penile glands smothered in fecal matter
I'm just squashin' all the chatter, dog
Them thotties try me, I dodge that bull like a matador
Fought the baddest, got my quota way past the status quo
That's why Fat got my heart in the end like a Navajo
Or Arapaho, I got nasty flow
Tell white rappers, "Take a back seat," I'm like chaperone
From the back, straight to the trash, that's where they have to go
No Conan, no Metro, I'm boomin' 'til my casket close
I should rap some mo', but I have to go
R.I.P., I'd leave but I'm feelin' like Cassius though
Rope-a-dope then go for broke, like hook and laterals
Holy mackerel, my flow should be international, sing
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