Caskey - Control (Prod by Germaine Martel) | Текст песни

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• Caskey
• Control (Prod by Germaine Martel)

Yeah, now pas me hiss of the cronic
When I’m tryina be iconic,
With little hiss of ebonic,
It’s a littl hiss of the chronicles of riddick
My chronicals in tell the large men with the monocle
Telling me to come and get it, and I’m with it
My mother concerned I made these y turns
With the usher ties, had to let em burn
Not let the rosetta turn
Meet you a stone cold killer with the better perm
Are you here for better or worse
Could bet to your purse
But you wouldn’t come about it
Just by lifting your skirt
Tryina flirt, it hurt
Some of my favorite women call me a jerk
But still I only call my mama, she are the reason I work
I was cursed to be a man with a conscieousness
Big as the continents
Except I gotta eat, on this is bigger and opposite
That’s what the problem is
Tryina stay neutral in the midst of apocalypse

[Hook] x 2
Now this one could be out of control
Control, control, control, control, control
this one could be out of control
System’s the control, in the unaware mind
Make a prison of the whole

What’s up, could take it back to constitution
I stay at my palms
Killer fucking cop, tryina stop me
Bare my arm, rang the alarm
But I ain’t calm, but I’m waiting the storm
You should be warned, my ambition making similar
To all the crusades of the damn christians
I hate, when a woman tell me I’m trippin
Course I’m trippin, bush was telling lies
And I was forced to listen
Obama been telling lies, this time, click the news off
Kick my shoes off, went back to my roots
Tryina cool off
Everytime I do another show, there’s a field
That I get boot off
Guess that’s the insecurities of a man, take the suit off
Let that girl dance, take the rubberbands
On top of the ludoph
That hatred is little duval,
Rather comedic, I don’t need it
Give me my uha
Take all my rhymes upstate,
To tell her how she roll when my girl asked me
How was all going
I said

[Hook] x 2
This one could be out of control
Control, control, control, control, control
this one could be out of control
System’s the control, in the unaware mind
Make a prison of the whole.

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