Chuck the Prophet - Got My Own Control

Yeah
Pencil in my hand notebook on my desk
Tryna concentrate like I’m taking a test
But people keep bugging me and then I lose my focus
Now I don’t know where my flow is
So give it a rest
I don’t like when people pressure me
Press on these buttons and see what the outcome is
I guarantee you won’t love it
Anyway, where was I
Oh yeah, I’m tryna write 
Almost made me lose sight
Of the cause I’m tryna fight
Somehow I’m halfway through the first verse
Okay
My talent’s a blessing it is not a curse
Alright
But there’s something I should say first
Whatchu got in mind
Just stop talking every time I write a line
Cut the chit chatter
‘Cause it doesn’t matter
‘Cause you will not be taking a trip up this ladder
You should get scattered
Beat it like it’s batter
Crunching all these numbers but you didn’t get this data naw
My mind is like a circus all over the place
I be rocking back and forth tipping over the vase
I know when you’re fake
I’ll go as long as it takes
But these people keep getting all up in my face, yeah
You’re messing with my head yeah
Head yeah
Bet you wishing I was dead yeah
Dead yeah
But I keep moving ahead yeah
Heck yeah
‘Cause I got my own control
Control, control
Y'all messing with my head yeah
Head yeah
Bet you wishing I was dead yeah
Dead yeah
But I keep moving ahead yeah
Heck yeah
‘Cause I got my own control
Control, control, yeah
I’m pulling ropes not strings
Getting whipped into shape even if it stings
Following my dreams, ‘cause I wanna catch them
Making plans so I know what’ll happen
At this moment I can finally conclude
Everything is tentative, nothing’s ever glued
Please don’t call me rude
I’m just speaking truth
I have to go past you but you don’t wanna move
What else can I do to prove new moves
That I don’t ever use
I’m getting confused
I don’t wanna lose
Especially if I’m losing ‘cause of you
Imma push through
I’m one of the few
Humans who get to the end of the tube
Bid you adieu
Get you a crew
Or someone you can lean on we’re sick of you cruising
My mind is like a circus all over the place
I be rocking back and forth tipping over the vase
I know when you’re fake
I’ll go as long as it takes
But these people keep getting all up in my face, yeah
You’re messing with my head yeah
Head yeah
Bet you wishing I was dead yeah
Dead yeah
But I keep moving ahead yeah
Heck yeah
‘Cause I got my own control
Control, control
Y'all messing with my head yeah
Head yeah
Bet you wishing I was dead yeah
Dead yeah
But I keep moving ahead yeah
Heck yeah
‘Cause I got my own control
Control, control
You’re messing with my 
Just stop messing with my head yeah
Head yeah
Bet you wishing I was dead yeah
Dead yeah
But I keep moving ahead yeah
Heck yeah
‘Cause I got my own control
Control, control
Y'all messing with my head yeah
Head yeah
Bet you wishing I was dead yeah
Dead yeah
But I keep moving ahead yeah
Heck yeah
‘Cause I got my own control
Control, control, yeah

Written by:
Charles Wilmore II

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