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Lose Control

Lose Control

(album: Homage - 2020)

This song is dedicated to all the victims of domestic violence
Even though some of these vocals may be fiction
Domestic violence is real and needs to come to an end

Father, dear father (Oh, father)
I just had to kill this clown
Picked up my gun and I shot him down
Mama, dear mama (Oh, mama)
Everyting happens so damn fast
He violated me, now his ass is grass

Mama, oh, mama, I'm caught up in drama
I can't get out of all the shot, I'm kinda happy I finally got him
(What happened, baby?) I found a new father
He been kicking it to the bottom, yeah, I know you taught me better
How do you let a nigga beat you, see yo' eye get swollen?
How do you let him talk to you crazy like you was nothin'?
He almost killed me twice, third time's a junk
But he ran outta love 'cause I'm the one that's on
He was stuck like Chuck, but I didn't give a fuck
Man down, who's yo' daddy now? I give it all up
He took my strength, my soul and my self-love
So it's time to take his last breath, his last fight, mama last hug
His last look, his last sight, his last drug
In that moment, there was no love, listen
I ask God, why can't you cycle now?
He was safe for too long, so I took it up on myself

Father, dear father (Oh, father)
I might have to do some time
[?] that I don't die
Mama, dear mama (Oh, mama)
I didn't mean to lose control
But you taught me, never let a man just pick my soul

Uh, I ain't no killer but don't push me
I body a nigga 'fore I let 'em think I'm pussy
I looked him in his eyes to make sure he understood me
Then I pulled the trigger, now the cops tryna book me
(Forgive me, mama) I know you wanted more for your daughter
But you can't write my story, I'm the author and blood thicker than water
Wasn't feeling his aura, shit was way out of order
Now I'm here at the alter, blood on my hands from the slaughter
He paid the price and ain't get no receipts (Sheesh)
Ain't got much time so I'ma keep it brief
Been three days with no sleep, left his brains on the streets
I'm traumatized, his final moments playing on repeat
He was beating on my sister like she wasn't a girl
Out here cheating when that nigga should've gave her the world
As for me, I'm on the run with a gun and some shells
Where I'm from, it's two options: either dead or in jail

Father, dear father (Oh, father)
I just had to kill this clown
Picked up my gun and I shot him down
Mama, dear mama (Oh, mama)
Everyting happens so damn fast
He violated me, now his ass is grass
Father, dear father (Oh, father)
I might have to do some time
[?] that I don't die
Mama, dear mama (Oh, mama)
I didn't mean to lose control
But you taught me, never let a man just pick my soul

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