Control - Technoir, Plastic Noise Experience

Trust the way back of the lay back, not

Like youre my type but still could tell it

With all the air spirit that you caught

I fuck it and it might happened a tragedy

Drown me down, chase for hours,

Im sorry if I cant take care of your frequency

On the ex of my muscle bump me level

Thats exactly what I wanna be

You got control

You got control

You got control

I cant wait and Im sick if Im no one

To drown tickets on the enemy hit

With all this struggle that you done

Cross my mind to see

I bust his mind and bust his thoughts

They set the that was nothing to up here

Balling, caution into my place in slow motion

Let the record I need to feel real

You got control

You got control

You got control, control, control

You got control

You got control

You got control

I need to feel real

You got control

I need to feel real

You got control

I need to feel real

You got control

I need to feel real

You got control