Rootbeer - Under Control

To many fools trippin and people been trippin on me all the time I know what I know I gotta have control or I lose my mind And when I'm at work, they think I'm a jerk but I'm down to get it done (Say What) Don't need to talk back, overreact, homie hold your tongue I'm talkin 5, 10, 15, 30, 45, 50 to (OHH) Making moves no need to hurry I got this in the bag fo sho Ain't gotta hear your big fat mouth I'm walking out the door Come on! They can't figure me out on why I run away Don't hold me back I gotta do my thing I got it under control I got it under control I got it under control When I'm out-and-about hang with the rift raff Ain't got nothing to do! Might kick back at a Wal-Mart parking lot and sip some rootbeer (Yeah) Here come mom talking about "Jon you need to go back to school" Well momma listen here haha I ain't gotta answer to you NO! U-G-L-Y you got no alibi Still looking dumb none from the drum We bang against your head So move your feet like a zombie Thats raised up from the dead COME ON! They can't figure me out on why I run away Don't hold me back I gotta do my thing I got it under control I got it under control They can't figure me out on why I run away Don't hold me back I gotta do my thing I got it under control I got it under control I got it under control I got it under control I got it under control