Take Control

About that last night You threw her glass in her face And she got wet (got wet) I know she was mad about it I know she felt shame about it But god, she is such a bitch You ain’t got the right to take the snitch Take the snitch Don’t be that bitch, woah Take control Take, take, take control Take control of your life Don’t let me manage that side Take control Take, take, take control Take control of your life Don’t let me manage that side And oh, you seem to know who I am God knows better all my plans Just take control of your life Take control of your life Nasty sheets, putting on a silhouette I remember writing a song with these lines I spoke about self-worth, and?
What was the theme of it?
What was the theme of it?
Everyone’s got their own stone Everyone shines in their own But the way you let her walk Like you could crawl, it’s so messed up Take control Take, take, take control Take control of your life Don’t let me manage that side Take control Take, take, take control Take control of your life Don’t let me manage that side And oh, you seem to know who I am God knows better all my plans Just take control of your life Take control of your life Oh, I won’t be the one to come back When you ask me to stop caring about that big-back I’ll drop the keys and leave your stack You ain’t got see to have my back Oh-oh Oh-oh Take control Take, take, take control Take control of your life Don’t let me manage that side Take control Take, take, take control Take control of your life Don’t let me manage that side