Glass Animals & Joey Bada$$ - Lose Control

Hey!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh
Bitch, I'm a bad man, fuck with the Badmon, yeah
Bitch, I'm a bad man, fuck with the Badmon
Hmmm

I'm lit, you litter
Not more lit, man, something we get rid of
And I never been a swimmer, so how'd this little nigga
Made his way through a motherfucking mainstream river?

All on my lonely, I'm a lone shark, bitch better have my money
She can keep the heart, if not, then I'm coming to the spot to rip the bones apart
But you won't believe my mark with the Bonaparte
And, they can never question my pen
That's a motherfucking death sentence, my friend (no)
With the pen for real, the bars of steel
Yeah, show me which one of y'all are for real

All you niggas just charm us up
And your lady friend gonna rip my garments up
We'll come around and get 'em unpopular
With the clothes on every floor like a department store
Oh Lord, coming for the highest powers
On God, got respect for my rasta man
On Jah, a big fat chocolate bar, that's on the law



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