Lyrics:
on probation and the paper gave his name
Did you see his name in the criminal section
And the center page gave his name and his address
They stopped him doing
other guys, with me you'll lose control
Control, control, control, you'll lose control
Control, control, you'll lose control
Lose control, you'll
He's still in control
Lately depression
Your job and your life
It weighs on your mind
All day and all night
You know every scripture
And what
Good interpersonal communication
Will afford you the respect
Of your peers
And less opportunity costs
In your job, friendships, and familiar
steel rod.
Vines of nerve float downstream.
Sections of horror.
This is something you must never do again.
Falling spiral down.
You know not what
The helpless slob in his dead-end day job
Helpless slob in his dead-end day job
I'm reaching every goal
Maybe a girlfriend under control
An easy target
much
Too much effort
Too much pig
Too much control, control
It's too much
They all wanna be something better
A better singer
A better actor
Better job
of unseen
The power past the comprehension that controls all things
The battle fought by good and evil is a real contest
It is the outcome of the struggle
you deserve a king cause you a queen baby girl
[Section: Isaac Carree]
What happened to the days, when we knew the way, and we used to say Jesus
Everybody knows they don't have a chance
To get a decent job, to have a normal life
When they talk reforms, it makes me laugh
They pretend to help, it
Club jam packed, they gon' treat us like we royalty
Club jam packed, they gon' treat us like we royalty
Got bad bitches in the VIP in our section
through my job till it was time to play.
But then...
I got a letter, from uncle sam,
Report for duty, become a man,
Your god and country is all you
home and gets two jobs to support himself
Two jobs that he works in the morning and the evenings
And then he would then come home to about 8 or 9 hours
Bitch
Nigga
Nigga bitch
Oogie-boogie nigga
Sniff it up
Fuck nigga came to my section on Sunday
Didn't even bring shit or bottles, just ate
who
Don't you know evil
Evil someone
Watching you
Well he got no job so he peddling-fear
Trying to push so hard
No way out of here
It's
control
Where's the party, I want to free my soul
Where's the party, I want to lose control
Couldn't wait to get older
Thought I'd have so much fun
say if it was me"
[Chorus:]
One of these days, I'm gonna have to grow up
Have to get real jobs and be adult some day, just not today
Have to worry
wanting "beef"
Wanna eat it up
Tell me what
[B-Section]
(What is this)
(That's so addictive) That's so addictive that I
Lose control
It feels so
living out a hotel at the time
Breakfast, lunch and dinner chicken from Kentucky Fried
Mama babysitting Section 8 vouchers the move
When nothing else
to soothe my soul
Cold beer and remote control
Now once upon a time I was nobody's fool
(once upon a fool)
Two jobs and showing up for school
I guess
to soothe my soul
Cold beer and remote control
Now once upon a time I was nobody's fool
(once upon a fool)
Two jobs and showing up for school
I guess
thinkin' they bulletproof, but my chain, they never reach for it
Wanna be in our section, but you lame hoes had to detour
I don't work no jobs, but
a Grammy or an MVP
[B SECTION]
I said stop, get out, I don't need this hate around me
All your negativity might drown me I just try to go hard, doing my
got two jobs
When I walk up in the section, man too fly
At the top no discussion, man I'm too hot
On a rooftop, smokin' moon rocks
Moonwalkin' on them
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