Take Control
motor city, detroit soul, motown, 1960s, modern, gospel choirs, pop, ballad, slow
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Lyrics
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