as the weak. They control your head and the path you tread. They control your head until you're fucking dead. They control your head and the path you tread. they control
was leadin' the pack, he settled back and he got ready for the long haul Well fifty yards from the finish line somebody roared up and they blew him into
you from easily trespassing Nickel nine shine on your eye then you see fire blastin Get off my premises A yo Lord is you a friend of his Mouth him back
she goes shaking that ass on the floor Bumpin and grindin that pole The way she's grindin that pole I think I'm losing control [Verse 1 - Eminem] Get
keep on talkin' Don't get twisted, I been there, I done that But Ski's out control and maniac He just show me that he got my back "I just show him I got
the sand He stole my heart like a thief in the night Dulled my senses blurred my sight I used to love him but now I don't I used to love him but now
oh my gosh, the Osh Kosh was picked out I slipped in, even my baby stroller was tricked out Somebody get him, the lil' nigga's out of control Put a lil
oh my gosh, the Osh Kosh was picked out I slipped in, even my baby stroller was tricked out Somebody get him, the lil' nigga's out of control Put
that love was respect and devotion Greater than planets and deeper than any ocean Lauryn: See my soul was weary but now it's replenished Mary: Content because that part of my life is finished Lauryn: I see him
a mirror image of that 70's era finished for the rest of his life, till he fades out The liquor store workers miss him but then it plays out so many
covered in chow main and duck sauce Cut his face the fuck off, killed him and he got tossed Into an alley where I cut him and I gut him Took the splattered
you talkin girl You seem so invincible (you seem so invincible) You smooth and sexy girl The way that you take control (the way that you take control
to satan Sent me to hell wit it Then i yelled wit it Dude! the hell wit ya crew Say you got a man well the hell wit him too The seats is seashell the
know what I might do I don't wanna think of living without you Cuz baby, I'm not finished lovin you Monica, Keisha, girl don't let him go Cuz they don
to get swoll up by the mic controller, clip reloader Frozen exposure, Cordoza the Composer Sick like a bowl-of, a bowl of deez nuts Fuck him up, cross him out, then toss him
in struggle. He had a sister cute as fuck that liked this older cat. That had control over the hood, but never sold a pack. The family needing money, asking him
his back Lookin' through the cracks in the sky sunsets And all drowns in twilight The desert stretches on for one more day The girl pleads to him don
