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Bro, bro, just, just chill, bro
You gotta chill, bro, just relax
Good, good, trust me
Trust me, bro (fuck)
Yeah
Yeah
I'm lost in the world
My hope on a kite
My lungs out of breath
My hands to my chest
My head to the sky
The Devil tellin' me lies
Yeah, yeah
She used to warm my feet
I think I can fly
I thought I lost God
Until I looked inside
I'm in desperate need
My answer to leave
Yeah, yeah
Ayy
Gotta lose control, lose control
Gotta lose control
Wish a nigga had a rewind button on this remote
Yeah, nigga, yeah
Gotta lose control, lose control
Gotta lose control
Wish a nigga had a rewind button on this remote
Yeah, nigga, yeah
Yeah
Now, could I go and try to find me some answers in that good book? (Yeah, yeah)
I'm new to this part of town, baby, can you help me? (Yeah)
Please don't kick me while I'm down, I'm tryna get healthy (yeah)
Need to get it right, but I can't shake that lucky lefty (yeah)
Dirty jit 'cross the street helpin' Mr. Jesse (yeah)
Couldn't breathe when I thought I got Chenae pregnant
Mama whooped my ass, only way I learned my lesson
Father, hold my hand as a nigga try to progress (yeah)
Then earn my le', uh
Ayy, bend the extra legs in the middle of the Loch Ness
Broke the concrete on my feet, I learned quickly
So close to the sun, had to simmer from my illness
Left a crack up in the door, it turned to info remnants
Nigga beat your ass, send the case and the statistics
Gotta lose control, lose control
Gotta lose control
Wish a nigga had a rewind button on this remote
Yeah, nigga, yeah
Gotta lose control, lose control
Gotta lose control
Wish a nigga had a rewind button on this remote