Lose Control - Freddie Gibbs, BJ The Chicago Kid

It really ain’t no pressure, baby.

I’ll take you where there’s good weather,

baby.

What you think about letting go, letting go?

Girl, lose control.

Uh, tell me what you know about it

Fell asleep in the projects and woke up on an island

I’m ice cold where the gold pieces are the deposit

That baby face with a killer body, she bout it bout it

And if I play my cards right she might stay

I’m tryin to work on treatin you the right way

I hope you forgive me for all the bullshit cause ain’t nobody else in the world

I’d rather go through it with

I got plenty g’s, Bentley keys, s’all you.

Girl, let’s stop the fighting.

Pick a mall and we can ball through.

Uh, I just wanna make her feel good

She workin and wheelin, I’m twistin up the wood

Sleep at night and early mornin we gettin to it

Wake up somewhere we ain’t never seen where the sea of blue is

Lately I’ve been thinkin bout, growin up cause I could lose her if I fuck

around.

I’m fuckin up, I go from state to state and town to town.

But in the end I need

a real one to hold me down

So hold me down

I got plenty G’s, Bentley keys, all you.

That don’t mean a thing if I don’t got

you to come home to.

It really ain’t no pressure, baby.

I’ll take you where there’s good weather,

baby.

What you think about letting go, letting go?

Girl, lose control.

I’m so happy that you’re the only one.

Could have been anywhere we end cause,

row but you need me