ZOOKS - LOST CONTROL

Yeah, bitch
Play me like you used to, well then I guess I just called your daddy's phone
Call him up to tell him his daughter's a hoe
Out of control, and you don't even know
Somebody throws, and you don't even go
You don't even show, I don't even know
Faded from the blow, you dick ride Post Malone, oh, oh, oh
Welcome, welcome to the show

I pop a perc, now I'm faded
Call my mom, told her I made it
I made it on all of the playlists, but fuck all the bitches that said I won't make it
Play me at the party, go apeshit
Fuck that bitch even though she basic
I'm trying to work night and day in
So fuck all the bitches that don't got no patience
Bitch, you pay for me
Pay for your ticket, then go take a seat
I wear my Nike, I don't rock Supreme
The bitches they love it they want all of me
Yeah, you were the one askin' for my residence
In my pocket, there's a ton of dead presidents
S-T-F-U, B-Y-O-C
That means shut the fuck up and you bring your own cannabis

Play me like you used to, well then I guess I just called your daddy's phone
Call him up to tell him his daughter's a hoe
Out of control, and you don't even know
Somebody throws, and you don't even go
You don't even show, I don't even know
Faded from the blow, you dick ride Post Malone, oh, oh, oh
Welcome, welcome to the show

I tried to sleep
And I fell in and out of half dreams
I felt like I was losing control

Yeah
I lost control, but I'm back on this shit
I want to fuck on your, fuck on your bitch
Text me on Snap that my album is trash
But you listen with your right hand grabbed on your dick
Just came back from Nike, you like my new fit
Just got a call there's a bitch at my crib
Sorry that I'm not the greatest, sold my soul to Satan, this all that you get
Sike, bitch
I'm the greatest motherfucker in this motherfucker
Not a single motherfucker see it
If you want to be a real motherfucker
Be a real motherfucker, but you're never gonna get me to believe it
Why am I wasting my energy
Making the greatest album in history, baddy bitches into me
I'm the greatest and these other empirical like it's chemistry, I'm coming off the Ketamine, my enemy

Yeah, bitch
I waste all this energy for what
No one even listens

This the greatest motherfuckin' song you ever fuckin' heard
Bad bitch walkin' past me, in my khakis, looks at me, compliments my shirt
Google me in 20 years, 20 is what I'm worth
Make it 33 like I'm prime Larry Bird
Make it 39, Cy Young, Corbin Burnes
Maserati wheels, make a 3 point turn
I fucked on that girl, she wanted the world
I gave her everything and now I'm over here talkin' like
I'm going insane, but I'm not Kanye
Number one in the world, and everybody is behind me
No one's helping me in this shit, I'm going blindly
People say I'm worse than Rebecca Black's Friday
Shut the fuck up cause we know that you lying
Look my neck cause those bitches are shinin'
Bitch

I lost control, but I'm back on this shit
I want to fuck on your, fuck on your bitch
Text me on Snap that my album is trash
But you listen with your right hand grabbed on your dick
Just came back from Nike, you like my new fit
Just got a call there's a bitch at my crib
Sorry that I'm not the greatest, sold my soul to Satan, this all that you get

Written by:
Roman Rzeszutko

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