Out of Control
(Hmm-hm, add it up, Zoned)
Swerving out of control
Vibing loud till it takes my soul
Swerving out of control
Vibing loud till it takes my soul
All I really need's Hennessy in my cup, yeah
Rolling up some trees
Sticky green, now I'm up there
Swerving through the streets in a demon
I'm up there
Yeah, I'm up there
Yeah, I'm up there
I try hard but I cannot lose my mind
If you crash if you burn, it's gon' be alright
Pouring up through the day
And I'm high through the night, yikes
And the world still spin
And the bread still stack
And the high won't last
And the pain comes back
And it's still pay back
And we won't die young
And we gon' live fast
And we can't hit pause
And we stuck on play and the sky still gray
And we still ain't pray
So, I push it to the limit
Fuck, watching my step, I gotta watch my pivot
I can't trust no leeches
They only keep score when they sitting on the bleachers
It's rags to riches
I ain't met no one that can tell me different
It ain't all about the money
But that part right there is so significant
Swerving out of control
Vibing loud till it takes my soul
Swerving out of control
Vibing loud till it takes my soul
All I really need's Hennessy in my cup, yeah
Rolling up some trees
Sticky green, now I'm up there
Swerving through the streets in a demon
I'm up there
Yeah, I'm up there
Yeah, I'm up there
Drop top coupe (uh)
Kick game on young Bruce (wooo)
Wrist game on La Luz (yeah)
She's on 4's, like, roof (oh, no)
Let us calculate
Two commas performance rate (yeah, yeah)
New drops always worth the wait
Feds we don't associate, like wooo (at all)
Sippin' some dark, while I'm making this art
Knowing my role and I'm playing my part (yuh)
That's for the money I'm playing smart
Most of these rappers is stuck in a box (go)
Another sneak diss now you stuck in the box (go)
Give me the keys you ain't driving this car (yuh)
Tinted the benz I'm a ghost in the dark
Van Gogh the curb when they hand me the chalk (like wooo)
Swerving out of control
Vibing loud till it takes my soul
Swerving out of control
Vibing loud till it takes my soul
All I really need's Hennessy in my cup, yeah
Rolling up some trees
Sticky green, now I'm up there
Swerving through the streets in a demon
I'm up there
Yeah, I'm up there
Yeah, I'm up there (yeah, I'm up there)
Swerving out of control
Vibing loud till it takes my soul
Swerving out of control
Vibing loud till it takes my soul
All I really need's Hennessy in my cup, yeah
Rolling up some trees
Sticky green, now I'm up there
Swerving through the streets in a demon
I'm up there
Yeah, I'm up there
Yeah, I'm up there
I try hard but I cannot lose my mind
If you crash if you burn, it's gon' be alright
Pouring up through the day
And I'm high through the night, yikes
And the world still spin
And the bread still stack
And the high won't last
And the pain comes back
And it's still pay back
And we won't die young
And we gon' live fast
And we can't hit pause
And we stuck on play and the sky still gray
And we still ain't pray
So, I push it to the limit
Fuck, watching my step, I gotta watch my pivot
I can't trust no leeches
They only keep score when they sitting on the bleachers
It's rags to riches
I ain't met no one that can tell me different
It ain't all about the money
But that part right there is so significant
Swerving out of control
Vibing loud till it takes my soul
Swerving out of control
Vibing loud till it takes my soul
All I really need's Hennessy in my cup, yeah
Rolling up some trees
Sticky green, now I'm up there
Swerving through the streets in a demon
I'm up there
Yeah, I'm up there
Yeah, I'm up there
Drop top coupe (uh)
Kick game on young Bruce (wooo)
Wrist game on La Luz (yeah)
She's on 4's, like, roof (oh, no)
Let us calculate
Two commas performance rate (yeah, yeah)
New drops always worth the wait
Feds we don't associate, like wooo (at all)
Sippin' some dark, while I'm making this art
Knowing my role and I'm playing my part (yuh)
That's for the money I'm playing smart
Most of these rappers is stuck in a box (go)
Another sneak diss now you stuck in the box (go)
Give me the keys you ain't driving this car (yuh)
Tinted the benz I'm a ghost in the dark
Van Gogh the curb when they hand me the chalk (like wooo)
Swerving out of control
Vibing loud till it takes my soul
Swerving out of control
Vibing loud till it takes my soul
All I really need's Hennessy in my cup, yeah
Rolling up some trees
Sticky green, now I'm up there
Swerving through the streets in a demon
I'm up there
Yeah, I'm up there
Yeah, I'm up there (yeah, I'm up there)
Credits
Writer(s): Glenn Lewis Frey, Donald Hugh Henley, Tommy Nixon
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