Baby Fresh - Options Lyrics

I’m the the type never been friend zoned
Always in the end zone
Always had options
These day’s looking for a friend though
Coming to the end zone
Running out a options
Suicidal thoughts I ain’t never had friends
Coming to my ends
All my friends dead
Running out of options
Hear the demons talkings
All up in my head
Probably wishing I was dead
Rest In Peace to my brother lost him just the other day
It kinda fucked up me up
Cause we haven’t talked in days
I remember days in the basement
Days we was plotting on our dope boy dreams
Get tatted hitting liqs with my down boys
With my broski off the lean
Hit the corner make me lean
I know these niggas envy me
Plotting on me jealousy
I got bread on my head on my head top
If don’t look both ways I might get shot
I been smoking all the chronic
I been poppin like out like tonic
I been hotter than a comet
I be sicker than some vomit
Yea Yea
I’m the the type never been friend zoned
Always in the end zone
Always had options
These day’s looking for a friend though
Coming to the end zone
Running out a options
Suicidal thoughts I ain’t never had friends
Coming to my ends
All my friends dead
Running out of options
Hear the demons talkings
All up in my head
Probably wishing I was dead
Demons in my ear in my head
Probably wishing I was dead
Opposition probably fill wit me the led
Suicidal thoughts but I keep my baby fed
Blood on my hands got my weak
Blood on my hands and my feet
Lately I’m feeling so weak
Who can I trust mislead and mistreated I’m feeling defeated
I was down but I’m up now
I got purple in my cup now
Cocaine on the table with the pistol and the scale
Rest In Peace broski
I can’t tell if it’s real
I’m the type in the end zone
Can’t my believe my friends gone
Keep looking for a friend at the end
Keep wishing I can bend time
I’m the the type never been friend zoned
Always in the end zone
Always had options
These day’s looking for a friend though
Coming to the end zone
Running out a options
Suicidal thoughts I ain’t never had friends
Coming to my ends
All my friends dead
Running out of options
Hear the demons talkings
All up in my head
Probably wishing I was dead

I’m the the type never been friend zoned
Always in the end zone
Always had options
These day’s looking for a friend though
Coming to the end zone
Running out a options
Suicidal thoughts I ain’t never had friends
Coming to my ends
All my friends dead
Running out of options
Hear the demons talkings
All up in my head
Probably wishing I was dead
Rest In Peace to my brother lost him just the other day
It kinda fucked up me up
Cause we haven’t talked in days
I remember days in the basement
Days we was plotting on our dope boy dreams
Get tatted hitting liqs with my down boys
With my broski off the lean
Hit the corner make me lean
I know these niggas envy me
Plotting on me jealousy
I got bread on my head on my head top
If don’t look both ways I might get shot
I been smoking all the chronic
I been poppin like out like tonic
I been hotter than a comet
I be sicker than some vomit
Yea Yea
I’m the the type never been friend zoned
Always in the end zone
Always had options
These day’s looking for a friend though
Coming to the end zone
Running out a options
Suicidal thoughts I ain’t never had friends
Coming to my ends
All my friends dead
Running out of options
Hear the demons talkings
All up in my head
Probably wishing I was dead
Demons in my ear in my head
Probably wishing I was dead
Opposition probably fill wit me the led
Suicidal thoughts but I keep my baby fed
Blood on my hands got my weak
Blood on my hands and my feet
Lately I’m feeling so weak
Who can I trust mislead and mistreated I’m feeling defeated
I was down but I’m up now
I got purple in my cup now
Cocaine on the table with the pistol and the scale
Rest In Peace broski
I can’t tell if it’s real
I’m the type in the end zone
Can’t my believe my friends gone
Keep looking for a friend at the end
Keep wishing I can bend time
I’m the the type never been friend zoned
Always in the end zone
Always had options
These day’s looking for a friend though
Coming to the end zone
Running out a options
Suicidal thoughts I ain’t never had friends
Coming to my ends
All my friends dead
Running out of options
Hear the demons talkings
All up in my head
Probably wishing I was dead