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zooks - lost control lyrics

part l

[chorus]
yeah, b+tch
play me like you used to, well then i guess i just called your daddy’s phone
call him up to tell him his daughter’s a hoe
out of control, and you don’t even know
somebody throws, and you don’t even go
you don’t even show, i don’t even know
faded from the blow, you d+ck ride post malone, oh, oh, oh
welcome, welcome to the show
[verse]
(yo) i pop a perc, now i’m faded (i’m faded)
call my mom, told her i made it (okay)
i made it on all of the playlists, but f+ck all the b+tches that said i won’t make it (on god)
play me at the party, go apesh+t (yo)
f+ck that b+tch even though she basic (alright)
i’m trying to work night and day in, so f+ck all the b+tches that don’t got no patience (b+tch)
b+tch, you pay for me
pay for your ticket, then go take a seat (yo)
i wear my nike, i don’t rock supreme
the b+tches they love it they want all of me (yeah+yo)
yeah, you were the one askin’ for my residence (what)
in my pocket, there’s a ton of dead presidents
s+t+f+u, b+y+o+c
that means “shut the f+ck up” and you “bring your own cannabis”

[chorus]
play me like you used to, well then i guess i just called your daddy’s phone
call him up to tell him his daughter’s a hoe
out of control, and you don’t even know
somebody throws, and you don’t even go
you don’t even show, i don’t even know
faded from the blow, you d+ck ride post malone, oh, oh, oh
welcome, welcome to the show

part ll
[intro]
i tried to sleep
and i fell in and out of half dreams
i felt like i was losing control

[chorus]
yeah
i lost control, but i’m back on this sh+t
i want to f+ck on your, f+ck on your b+tch
text me on snap that my album is trash
but you listen with your right hand grabbed on your d+ck
just came back from nike, you like my new fit
just got a call there’s a b+tch at my crib
sorry that i’m not the greatest, sold my soul to satan, this all that you get
sike, b+tch
i’m the greatest motherf+cker in this motherf+cker, not a single motherf+cker see it
if you want to be a real motherf+cker, be a real motherf+cker, but you’re never gonna get me to believe it
why am i wasting my energy?
making the greatest album in history, baddy b+tches into me
i’m the greatest and these other empirical like it’s chemistry, i’m coming off the ketamine, my enemy

[interlude]
yeah, b+tch
i waste all this energy for what?
no one even listens
[verse]
this the greatest motherf+ckin’ song you ever f+ckin’ heard
bad b+tch walkin’ past me, in my khakis, looks at me, compliments my shirt
google me in 20 years, 20 is what i’m worth
make it 33 like i’m prime larry bird
make it 39, cy young, corbin burnes
maserati wheels, make a 3 point turn
i f+cked on that girl, she wanted the world
i gave her everything and now i’m over here talkin’ like
(oh, yeah)
i’m going insane, but i’m not kanye
number one in the world, and everybody is behind me
no one’s helping me in this sh+t, i’m going blindly
people say i’m worse than rebecca black’s friday
shut the f+ck up cause we know that you lying
look my neck cause those b+tches are shinin’
b+tch

[chorus]
i lost control, but i’m back on this sh+t
i want to f+ck on your, f+ck on your b+tch
text me on snap that my album is trash
but you listen with your right hand grabbed on your d+ck
just came back from nike, you like my new fit
just got a call there’s a b+tch at my crib
sorry that i’m not the greatest, sold my soul to satan, this all that you get

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