[Intro]

Sometimes I don't always got the right answer

Sometimes the answer ain't always clear

Sometimes I leave it up to you!

[Verse 1]

Man, I wanna put her on a spot

Is she with me or not, cause Shawty be with me

Like Whitney be with The Rock

But it's obvious we got some talking that we gotta do

Every night I go out and come home you swear I lied to you

But look what I provided you, shoulder to lean on

And niggas dream girls going still told then dream on

I didn't even fuck, but I'm feeling like I did

But you don't give a fuck, you lecture me like a kid

My pride gets the best of me

Your eyes keep testing me

I don't see the reason, and demons becoming guest to me

Just yelling back and forth, can't be our destiny

Should we let it live, man let it rest in peace!

I can't rest tonight, you would call him pressed to fight

Ah well, so much for sex tonight

Getting stuff with you is something that I'd love to do

But lately we've been down, so I'm a leave it up to you!

[Hook]

I'm leaving it in your hands

Oooh Said I'mma leave it in your hands

Sometimes I don't always got the right answer

[Verse 2]

This what they told me!

Hear!

They told me focus on the reality

You focused on a fallacy my heart is steady callous

And I'm focused on childish things

Dreams, they say I'm chasing the wind

But I'm the wicked one around us

So I'm tasting the win

But a need a place to begin

My parents support four to five

I'm blue- collared from early morning to four or five

Scrubbing wheels, 'till my skin peels

Wanting to let my boss know how knuckles up in his chin feel

I ain't com-placing with this situation

I'm trying to make it, have these niggas debating

Like is he really mason?

I roll a Philly - faced the entire day

They're dreaming and spitting fire for an entire stadium!

My cranium born crazy, I'm lazy in class

Keep my hand down, you gotta pay me to ask

I'm working on school of rappers, instead of my school work

Should I gave my life to God, but I gave it to cool hurt

[Hook]

You know, you not always make the right choice

But you know our heart is in the right place!

Uh, yeah!

[Verse 3]

Decisions, decisions, this life is all decisions

And I've got the right aim but not always the precision

It's the life we're living, a never-ending song

What you swear you doing right, So come along to say is wrong

You gotta follow your guts, somebody you trust

Used to think the only change that I could bring was for the bus

But Stan told me to never let no man call me

And when haters keep mellow be mike to Antony

Once a fan told me I helped him deal with his break-up

Dealing with mine was whining a few J puffs

We on a mission we'll let no women delay us

And I've been with this since True Religions and fake Jacobs

I keep moving, I keep pushing

I sit alone like a couch without seat cushions

As I blow the cushion the air my problem follow

On my knees begging Lord, please let him fall in your hands!

Yeah! I don't know where else to turn

I don't know what else to do

I'm a leave it up to you

Uhhhh, Phil A- de