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profet - bad decisions club lyrics

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[intro / hook]
too many good decisions
too many bad decisions
too many good decisions
too many bad decisions
too many, too many, too many, too many (too many)
too many, too many, too many, too many (too many)

[producer tag]
junkey going pretty boy

[verse 1]
too many good decisions go to waste
don’t be late
perfume on my face
one more taste
can’t rewind, i still press play

you know me, i learn that way
clock tickin’ side of fate
took the risk, now ride the wave
all that logic not too safe

[verse 2]
took the road head, veered off left
took the long way, just destressed
you said chill, i said bet
now i’m deep in what’s next
what’s next
late nights, lights blur
fast life, wrong turns
said i’m yours, just like your curves

d+mn, and in the skirt

[verse 3]
gamble hearts in the glass room
talkin’ sl!ck with a past due
dress tight so the vibe still looms
you say love, i say me too (me too baby)

out front, soaked in moonlit grain
pulled up fresh, i found your waist
played my part but dodged the names
you talk peace, i talk in games

red flags turned to party tricks
good girls on that toxic mix
fell for me off one sl!ck fix
grabbed your chin, said gimme spit
now we ghost, some plot twist

[bridge]
too many hints you brushed away
too many games you wouldn’t play
too many times i watched you stall
too many nights you missed my call
too many, too many, too many, too many
then you smirked and crossed your legs
[verse 4]
so i kiss the laced+up maid
move slow, ’cause i like braids
you moan, i disobey
we both knew we’d come this way

too many good decisions
too many good decisions go to waste
too many good decisions go to waste
don’t be late

lipstick smears, set the pace
one more taste
you bite down, i hold your face
no rewind, i live that way
don’t do safe, don’t do tame
crooked paths make better fates
(crooked paths make better fates)

[verse 5]
cold glass, two spills on the silk
that look you gave dipped in guilt
perfect pout, i let you spin
dress half off, i’m locked back in

good taste but my habits flex
made a mess, then said you next
no god’s plan, just l+st and sin
perfume, spit, and gold wristband
[outro]
gold wristband, low waistband
that big ol’ booty in my hands

good or bad, i still made ’em
we did wrong and then again
every kiss a loaded gun
still lit when the credits run

- profet lyrics

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