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Control Pt. 2

 

Control Pt. 2

(album: Tidal Graves - 2017)


Hey!

I admit, I'm a little off my rocker (Hey!)
Don't play a thing, but kill the maracas
Why get depressed? 'Cause I'm not the best
Well, that's too subjective, don't need the Oscar
You can keep that part, yeah (Hey!)
I'm gon' chill in my lawn chair
And watch the fuck boys play themselves
Got no hate in my heart, yeah
Keep on making my art, yeah (Hey!)
I'm just tryna' leave people touched
Alway feel like I don't do enough
Opinions matter, but we care too much
Looking for advice in all the wrong places (Hey!)
Ticking time bombs close to detonations
Swan-diving into all our temptations
Paul Williams running from Inebriation

Maybe I'm insane, crazy
Lately I don't know (Lately, [?])
Why do I focus on things (Hey!)
Out of my control?
When it's gone
Then it's gone
Well, it's gone (Hey!)
When it's gone
Then it's gone
Well, it's gone
Then it's gone (Hey!)
Well, it's gone

What is control? What do you really have to lose?
Love is learning to let go
Been here before, what do I really have to prove?
Just keep it all on the low
I'll never know, if I don't put on my own shoes
I gotta' run through that door
Sorta like R. Kelly, I believe I'm ready
Gotta' try to fly when your heart is heavy
Even if we die, we are mostly jelly
I mean, mostly water, hope they spread confetti
Hope they celebrate me for my pencil shavings
All my thanks given, everything ain't gravy
If it's black and white on some George Bailey
I'ma have to fight with a ukulele
On a crash course to a new Mercedes
Ace Boogie, homie, don't forget to pay me
Like, damn, uh, labels offering advances (Hey!)
Devil teaching me to dance, uh, disco trying not to panic
All of this from writing stanzas, I've been tryna' take advantage (Hey!)
But luck is something you can't plan up, Sway ain't even got the answers
There's some feelings that I can't brush, tryna' fix 'em with a bandage
Minimizing all the damage, trying not to micromanage
Picture this without a camera, just a kid with a (Hey!) canvas, playing with colors
Painting a world where the humans don't clutter, while tryna' find peace on another (Yeah)

Maybe I'm insane, crazy
Lately I don't know (Lately, ow! [?])
Why do I focus on things (Hey!)
Out of my control?
When it's gone (Hey!)
Then it's gone
Well, it's gone (Hey!)
When it's gone
Then it's gone (Hey!)
Well, it's gone
Then it's gone (Hey!)
Well, it's gone

And I-I-I-I know, I-I-I-I-I know
Now-now that-that I know
I-I-I-I-I can I know I can control everything
Oh I-I-I-I-I-I know, aye
Snap (Snap), snap (Snap), snap (Snap), snap (Snap)
Snap (Snap), snap (Snap), snap (Snap), snap (Snap)
Aye, now clap, aye now clap
Aye, now clap (Aye!), aye now clap
Aye now, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap (Aye!)
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, aye, yeah
Why do I focus on things out (Aye!) of my control?
Why do I focus on things out of my control? Woo!
Yeah that-that's all good right there, um (Aye!)
I feel-I feel better right now
I feel a lot better
Fuck

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