This is a song about "Lose control"

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She lashes at me, out of control,

He thinks that he can control

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

See i have nothing to lose

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

Look out below, there is no inventory control

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

It's a sad life, that the others control,

Lets be true, your gonna lose

My time with their half-witted reviews

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

I’m waking up the whole game, maintaining control,