I've got to take control, take control Take control over me I've got to change my way, change my ways Change the way that I'm seen But now I've made it
Перевод: Sick Of It All. Взять под контроль.
take control, take control Take control over me I've got to change my way, change my ways Change the way that I'm seen But now I've made it Now I've made it
granted took my heart and ran it straight into the planet Into the dirt I can no longer stand it Now my respect I demand it Imma take control of this relationship Command it
Get the paper man I'm caking you know I don't give a fuck I spend it like it don't mean nothing Blow it like it's suposed to be blown Motherfucker I'm
to even take my jewelry off But it threw me off the first time I called and you blew me off It was a shock, it struck me as odd but it turned me on You
goin' outta control Set it off from your left dawg Set it off from your right dawg Set it off nigga I said set if off Sick with it boy, better get
live with it It feels like no one really understands It's always killing me (killing me) The problems I face daily It's always things that I have always take
on me Why does everyone suffer for yourself? Maybe it's a cruel way to make It's all right, you're out of bounds You're always in control But I guess it
fast people just take it slow Don't get ahead Just jump into it Y'all hear about it the Peas'll do it Get started Get stupid Don't worry about it people
s get into it. Get stupid. Get it started, get it started, get it started. Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here. Let's get it started
it in your eyes the fear that keeps me alive I'll take it away, your life will end today I'll leave you to rot, what a sick odor Scream all you want,
ya, or better see my baretta You'll never leave by my side, even though they all try to take ya Never turning on me, even though they all try to make
-touch-potty Y’all don't really want it wit the yung god toddla Wit a flo so spec like technolotta It’s.. So sick How da clock go tick Keep given yall
blurry and I'm lost in regrets It's overload, and I'm out of control (out of control) So sick and tired of feeling so misused (feeling so misused) Taking me down with all
a lot, had it all and then I lost it Stars are in my eyes and skeletons are in my closet Now when I open my eyes and I rise from the dead Take control
maybe we could put it on credit Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it I get stupified It's all the same you say Live with it But I