Texty: Joe Budden. Can't Control It.

I Can't Control, It's Right In Front Of Me, You Bending Over, It's like my Fantasy, I Can't Control, You Taken Over Me, I Can't Control It, You Can't Control It

Yo, I Came In The Door You Could Hardly Ignore Him, I Mean It's Like This Whole Party Is For Him, She Standing There And As Soon As She Saw Him, I Got My Camera Phone Out, cuz i know she wanna call him, lets go somewhere quite less crowded, I'm tryin to see you and less outfit, the way she be movin it i know all about it, like she plan on tournin me out but i doubt it, i can't handle it, ??? jeans white on whites, know your boy trying the clothes of manicans, plus my eyes on points like camera lenz, enough with the small talk mom im tryin to dance again, you know your dude ain't leavin with out her, her face like halle berry n a lil bit jessica alba, starrin in her own motion picture, even tho im directing im tryin to be in motion with ya

I Can't Control, It's Right In Front Of Me, You Bending Over, It's like my Fantasy, I Can't Control, You Taken Over Me, I Can't Control It, You Can't Control It

I'd be behing shorty in my b-boy stance, she bendin ova in her ???-stance, i'm something like a pimp, no ??? no hoes on the strip, she stay where i go but your hoes on my dick, i don't need cars and clothes to be the shit, i don't even need ??? ?????, first day strip club real niggers smell me, second day on the phone, third day telly





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