I Choose You - Spotify Singles

Lyrics

[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 [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