Self Control

Pshh, hold up
Don’t talk on the music please
Just take two pulls and breath
Eyes all low about a few degrees
So faded, no one could move or leave
Three days went by, what time is it?
I don’t have much tolerance
But get talking money and politics
Shorty want to know which kinda fits
I can’t resist told her to stand there and strip
I put bread on top like you ham and swiss
Tell my wallet got thin like Taylor Swift
Fuck the cannabis
Hold up, let me take off the camera lens
Now back it on up like an ambulance
When I’m done put your name on the mailing list
Right here girl I still treat the subway
Like I was on the stage about to heat the runway
Flying to your pops on Easter Sunday
Real success, I’m a seasoned one day
If your purpose in live is only to exist
For me that’s not enough
I’m a social futurist
So, if you haven’t noticed
I keep telling you no
But you keep pushing back
I’m ‘bout to lose my self control
I’m ‘bout to lose my self control
Believe it
I’m ‘bout to lose my self control
I’m about to lose my self control
Believe me
I’m ‘bout to lose my self control
I’m about to lose my self control
Psh, hold up
Why is this so hard to get a compliment?
I need a marching band for my accomplishments
What you want a song full of violins?
You all sad, trying to buy again
My voicemail says don’t bother him
I don’t have much tolerance
Put this on your lip like college and
Going to learn today I’m like
«Colleges I can’t resist, my life so scandalous
Bitch want to play detective Sam and Twich?»
I had to check her quick I had to text her if
If your purpose in live is only to exist
For me that’s not enough
I’m a social futurist
So, if you haven’t noticed
I keep telling you no
But you keep pushing back
I’m ‘bout to lose my self control
I’m ‘bout to lose my self control
Believe it
I’m ‘bout to lose my self control
I’m about to lose my self control
Believe me
I’m ‘bout to lose my self control
I’m about to lose my self control
I have no desire to waste my time
And I keep hoping you’ll realize
But I’m guessing this only comes from experience
You must be delirious if you believe
If your purpose in live is only to exist
For me that’s not enough
I’m a social futurist
So, if you haven’t noticed
I keep telling you no
But you keep pushing back
I’m ‘bout to lose my self control
I’m ‘bout to lose my self control
Believe it
I’m ‘bout to lose my self control
I’m about to lose my self control
Believe me
I’m ‘bout to lose my self control
I’m about to lose my self control
Believe it
I’m ‘bout to lose my self control
I’m about to lose my self control
Believe me
I’m ‘bout to lose my self control
My self control, I’m ‘bout to lose it