Control

By Rates

Released on September 26, 2018

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[Verse]

I'm the cold breeze, the one that's on your neck

I'm the one that's runnin' circles, makin' tracks up in your head

I'm the person that you listen to when livin' with regret

I'm not the person that is turnin' to someone you'll forget

I'm the summer in the sweat, I'm the shiver in the cold

I'm the person that you're comin' to, you need to hear a bold

Is a person that is leavin' when you're happy that you're told

Got addictions and you're livin' in a [?] control

The back of the vault stocked up, packin' my soul

Grab another packet like your problems actually fold

Until it snaps and you collapse and now you're back in the hole

It took me years to climb out, give me some time now

These words, they just fly out when I'm hurtin' inside now

I'm runnin' through the seasons and my summer's fuckin' freezin'

Trust is just another word for blood suckin' demon

She cut it up and [?] I just fuck with no meanin'

And if she lookin' for comfort, sorry to tell you I'm dreamin'

Nightmares at night is why I write in the evenin'

I fuck to make it loud because I have to sleep with screamin'

I'm drownin' out every emotion but gettin' fitter

How the fuck is stayin' healthy takin' tabs with the strippers?

Back around the hitters, every cunt's in every role, strong

I love my temper and they told me better hold on

They said I'm comin' back and everyone be told, gronk

You think I'm fuckin' around, you a circle with some holes, gronk

I'm the one in the cypher, lightin' the flame

I'm the one with somethin' different, no other like me again

With the rhymin', the fightin', these rappers used to be afraid

I'm just flexin' with my brothers, what you fuckin' think I changed?

Fuck no, can't you see I'm just too cutthroat?

These cunts don't even come close, just listen to a cunt flow

At eleven years old, I taught myself the fuckin' drums bro

And imagine every kid that I had, I was the front row

I think they're dumb though 'cause every lyric that I've done wrote

It went straight over your head just like a bus scope

Is this some sort of stunt joke, rappers seekin' attention

Like cum hoes, end up broken, beefin' 'cause they can't flow

My heart chokes, all I'm knowin' is my music

Been obsessed for so long, they dreamin' to think I'm stupid

Starin' into space at night, I drift away it's [?]

Let alone the conversation, concentration, think I'm losin'

Think I'm snoozin' but I'm not, thinkin' of rhythms that I'm usin'

Or maybe I'm a trooper from the drugs I was consumin'

But I