Out of Control
Yeah, yeah
Playing Smash Bros with my friends, another Friday night
Swervin' past dead ends, another Friday night
Downtown, we descend, another Friday night
I don't mean to offend, but can you keep up?
I don't need you guys anyway, ride solo
I am the gold at the end of the rainbow
Baby talk money 'cause all I do, make dough
Spinning my chair while my dividends outgrow
Will I ever lose my bands? No way
Will you ever step in my Benz? No way
Please grow up, Peter Pan, no way
No way, no way
Yeah, I'm spinnin' out of control
Yeah, I'm spinnin' out of control
Yeah, I've lost my Goddamn mind in the last two fucking weeks today
My, my, my, my, my, my, my (my, my, my)
My, my, my, my, my, my, my (my, my, my)
My, my, my, my, my, my, my (my, my, my)
My, my, my, my, my, my, my
I said red shell, green shell, blue shell, boom
150cc's, I zoom
Mashin' buttons, smashin' POOM
Then my mama left a hungry man in my room
Pedal to the floor, first place, eat fume
Yeah, mopping up them shitty rappers, got my broom
Yeah, labels call me Johnson, always leave some headroom
So your lady told me my BO just smells like perfume
Will I ever lose my bands? No way
Will you ever step in my Benz? No way
Please grow up, Peter Pan, no way
No way, no way
Yeah, I'm spinnin' out of control
Yeah, I'm spinnin' out of control
Yeah, I'm spinnin' out of control
Yeah, I'm spinnin' out of control, out of control, yeah
Playing Smash Bros with my friends, another Friday night
Swervin' past dead ends, another Friday night
Downtown, we descend, another Friday night
I don't mean to offend, but can you keep up?
I don't need you guys anyway, ride solo
I am the gold at the end of the rainbow
Baby talk money 'cause all I do, make dough
Spinning my chair while my dividends outgrow
Will I ever lose my bands? No way
Will you ever step in my Benz? No way
Please grow up, Peter Pan, no way
No way, no way
Yeah, I'm spinnin' out of control
Yeah, I'm spinnin' out of control
Yeah, I've lost my Goddamn mind in the last two fucking weeks today
My, my, my, my, my, my, my (my, my, my)
My, my, my, my, my, my, my (my, my, my)
My, my, my, my, my, my, my (my, my, my)
My, my, my, my, my, my, my
I said red shell, green shell, blue shell, boom
150cc's, I zoom
Mashin' buttons, smashin' POOM
Then my mama left a hungry man in my room
Pedal to the floor, first place, eat fume
Yeah, mopping up them shitty rappers, got my broom
Yeah, labels call me Johnson, always leave some headroom
So your lady told me my BO just smells like perfume
Will I ever lose my bands? No way
Will you ever step in my Benz? No way
Please grow up, Peter Pan, no way
No way, no way
Yeah, I'm spinnin' out of control
Yeah, I'm spinnin' out of control
Yeah, I'm spinnin' out of control
Yeah, I'm spinnin' out of control, out of control, yeah
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Writer(s): Alexander Gumuchian, Garrett Hartnell
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