Out of Control
• Written by PrIce
Dressing fancy like wine and dine
I mean just wine
I can dine when I 69
I grind
Future so bright we'll all go blind
She say's I'm a cheap date
I'll keep that in mind
She's hardly an 8 and it's only 9
I could depart at any time
Find your girl
Make her mine
Transform her and drive off like Optimus Prime
I'm sick like swine
Look at that bad bitch over there
Ok yeah she's fine
She's a nine
Nah she's a dime
She can get it any time
I guess that time is soon
Now she's mine
And when I shine
Girls stare at the ice on my wrists like they're telling time
So cold its unkind
Cloud Nine
Game Seven
This is where they intertwine
Just know that any time
You need the universe to realign
Hit me up
I'll drop a rhyme
In the knick of time
Leaving all these fakes behind
Thinking outside of the box cuz I'm unconfined. I'm defined
As a genius but let me redefine
Nowhere near my prime
I got mind control
I put my thought into each and every rhyme
Turning critics to cronies when they read my lines
I guess you just read my mind
Bend over backwards to watch me
Like they have no spines
They say I got next
I guess it's almost prime time
But for now it's time to rhyme
I'll keep spitting like I'm trying to kill time
But if it's time that I'm trying to kill
Then it's double homicide
I'm so lethal that this beat is dying
Exposing fakes like that one vine
They're on their knees like they're in a shrine
My flow is unbreakable. Don't know how to stop
I need a stop sign
Or road spikes
At this point anything is fine
You've gotta believe me man
I'm really really trying
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PrIce
Member since August 16 2015