Morë
You ain't felt this feeling, not once (ooh, ah)
Yeah, I was tryna lie, you tryna lie more (ooh, ah-ah, ah)
I don't like havin' the wheel
Matter of fact, I love losin' control
Playin' with they minds, remote control
It's a lot of shit I need, and I still need more (ooh, ah)
Uh, I go back to back, it's psycho CEO, uh (C-)
I got tired of this shit, I had to let you go
You remind me of something that I think I know, uh
It remind me of myself when I lose control, uh
I could lose control, uh, I'm a CEO, uh
You can't lose control, shit, 'cause you don't have self-control
And every time you thought you wanted somethin', you needed more
And then it come right back at you, throw you overboard
Yeah, comin' out the woods at your yellow Ford
Makin' trillion dollar money in this fuckin' Forbes
I'm a selfish fuck, yeah, I need more
Wanna see you when you die, wan' who bleed more
I piss diamonds, I'm a rich fuck
In the rich climate with a big truck (ah-ah)
No, you can't get in with us, you a stupid fuck
And it's all on tabs when you rock with us (ooh)
Put a condo on the moon so they can't talk to us (huh, huh)
You can't talk to us
You can talk to a picture, you can talk through us
Yeah, I'ma hit it deep, I'ma hit it scuba (huh, huh)
I don't like to sleep (huh, huh)
I can't believe this free (huh, huh)
You always on the screen (huh, huh)
You can't look back at your life and tell me one thing
Yeah, I was tryna lie, you tryna lie more (ooh, ah-ah, ah)
I don't like havin' the wheel
Matter of fact, I love losin' control
Playin' with they minds, remote control
It's a lot of shit I need, and I still need more (ooh, ah)
Uh, I go back to back, it's psycho CEO, uh (C-)
I got tired of this shit, I had to let you go
You remind me of something that I think I know, uh
It remind me of myself when I lose control, uh
I could lose control, uh, I'm a CEO, uh
You can't lose control, shit, 'cause you don't have self-control
And every time you thought you wanted somethin', you needed more
And then it come right back at you, throw you overboard
Yeah, comin' out the woods at your yellow Ford
Makin' trillion dollar money in this fuckin' Forbes
I'm a selfish fuck, yeah, I need more
Wanna see you when you die, wan' who bleed more
I piss diamonds, I'm a rich fuck
In the rich climate with a big truck (ah-ah)
No, you can't get in with us, you a stupid fuck
And it's all on tabs when you rock with us (ooh)
Put a condo on the moon so they can't talk to us (huh, huh)
You can't talk to us
You can talk to a picture, you can talk through us
Yeah, I'ma hit it deep, I'ma hit it scuba (huh, huh)
I don't like to sleep (huh, huh)
I can't believe this free (huh, huh)
You always on the screen (huh, huh)
You can't look back at your life and tell me one thing
Credits
Writer(s): Javier Mercado, Noah Olivier Smith, Daniel Luis Perez
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