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Losin' Control Remix
Hate my name
Thinking of changing the shit
No face there to save
No claiming a click
Ain't met me a saint
Ain't no saints where I'm from
She could paint me a flick
No faking or nothin
She could paint my soul
My whole she had won
My whole lost control
My lot she had love
Paint me a pic
Ma paint me in love
paint me how u see me
Mama paint me in love
I took a couple turns
Got turnt into mud
Got turnt with my past
And it turnt me a thug
I curse my verse where I turnt into crank
I turnt into hate
Hot turnt into ways
Yeah i know i made a mess
Really Wished it wasnt me
Hot turnt into mud
Hot I wish I wouldve flee'd
Hot I wished I would of seen
What I wish I could of Changed
Hot turnt into mud
Still paint me in love
Would ya paint another flick
How we swear we thought it was
How we swear we thought itd be
How we'd never have enough
Hot now time is a muck
You ain't rhyming with me
Hot time is muck
You ain't riding with me
As I flip through
The Pages of our past
Each one near the end
Made me sicker than last
Hot turnt into Mud
Mama paint me in love
If you looking you can see
If you paint it with love
I see that this here
Wasn't never really ever bout us
But the one in the middle
Couldnt never hold no grudge
Hot turnt into mud
I fucked it all up
Selfish as fuck
Buddy man seen enough
What you really felt it was
When it really wouldn't change
Wasn't nothing left to stress
seen a future filled With pain
Hot turnt into mud cuz it filled up wit rain
Hot turnt into mud cuz it filled up wit rain
I hate my name
Thinking of changin the shit
No face there to save
No claiming a click
Ain't met me a saint
Ain't no saints where I'm from
She could paint me a pic
No faking or nothin
She could paint my soul
My whole she had won
My whole lost control
My lot she had love
Paint me a pic
Ma paint me in love
paint me how u see me
Mama paint me in love
