Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rootbeer
Performer
Pigeon John
Keyboards
Flynn Adam
Keyboards
Jermaine Stegall
Keyboards
Peter Rocks
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Flynn Atkins
Songwriter
John Dust
Songwriter
Lyrics
Too many fools trippin and people been trippin on me all the time
I know what I know I gotta have control or I'll 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 or overreact, homie hold your tongue
I'm talkin 5, 10, 15 to 30, 45, 50 to (More)
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 ain't got no alibi
Still looking dumb, none from the drums
We bang against your head
So move your feet like a zombie
That's 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
Written by: Flynn Atkins, John Dust