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In love with control

Love picking my role

I'm back on the road

I hit on the nose

I know what I know

I know it I know

I know what I know

I know it I know

In love with control

Love picking my role

I'm back on the road

I hit on the nose

I know what I know

I know it I know

I know what I know

I know it I know

I know how this goes

I know where to go

I'm smoking on punch

Eating breakfast for lunch

She eating me up like munch

I must admit

Bad ass bitch

I slide to her crib

Got bad ass little kids

This life is a dream

Hope they never gone pinch

If niggas still salty then Imma cook with it

You know I'm good with it

You know I'm good for it

The feeling euphoric

The calls get ignored

Was shedding some tears

But my heart is so cold that the tears turned to snow

And I live in glass homes and I been getting stoned

They still throwing stones, never touching the throne

I'm in love with control but you know how it goes

My head on a swivel, I stay on my toes

I need the control, only way I can cope

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

In love with control

Love picking my role

I'm back on the road

I hit on the nose

I know what I know

I know it I know

I know what I know

I know it I know

In love with control

Love picking my role

I'm back on the road

I hit on the nose

I know what I know

I know it I know

I know what I know

I know it I know

Fuck control of the world, we looking for peace

Fuck diamond and pearls, I'm still fighting sleep

In love with these girls, I think Imma tweak

They want more control, I'm watching they tweets

Some of them grew but some of them peaked

They can't even peep

They waiting for SZA bars, that's so subpar and so far, I'm feeling far

Niggas killing their brothers, they something like Scar

They craving control even if they get scarred

They all on your head, just like a part

Her head was on point, just like she Bart

More Mona Lisa but I'm not Lil Tuenchi and I'm not DaVinci

Want capital ventures, I don't want no problems

Thought bullets were curving way that we dodge them

Beef with police, if he spot me, he got me

Original sound, no carbon copy

Was fiend for control, thought no one could stop me

No yellow brick road, no Wizard of Ozing

Pink brick road, that's where we rose, that's where we grow, that's where we die

Niggas full of potential, stuck on the Southside

I cannot maintain, I'm losing control

I cannot maintain, I'm losing control

In love with control

Love picking my role

I'm back on the road

I hit on the nose

I know what I know

I know it I know

I know what I know

I know it I know

In love with control

Love picking my role

I'm back on the road

I hit on the nose

I know what I know

I know it I know

I know what I know

I know it I know