Lyrics

Through both my eyes, I
Look at the sky, I
Know where I got to go
Know where I got to go
I think that I'm fine, but
My mind says otherwise, I
Think I got it under control
I think I got it under control
See you later
I'm making dreams, ain't nothing greater
Franchise player, that's that Kobe 20 years a Laker
But this Milwaukee
Buck, buck, knuck if you want me
Got no carbon copy
Name in stone, said fuck a sharpie
**** on the walkie, plotting who gonna try to stop me?
Shawty on my phone line, cause she really trying to top me
And my cheddar dank, got the guap, I hit the bank
Brothers, that's the set
They bet on me like I'm the vet
Oou zooted stu
Spilt my drink
Smoking on bamboo
Martin Luther dreams
Me and Scott split Russian creams
Ain't no 23 but jumping like a Buck in MSG
TYB on a PYT thats on my ABCs
Jiggy guy, we ain't eye to eye
She give me apple pie
Franchise player
Damn these **** haters
Switching up they traitors
With the clique, looking like a lick
Tell her just the tip
Gotta dip
I just took a trip
Be back in a bit
Through both my eyes, I
Look at the sky, I
Know where I got to go
Know where I got to go
I think that I'm fine, but
My mind says otherwise, I
Think I got it under control
I think I got it under control
Through both my eyes, I
Look at the sky, I
Know where I got to go
Know where I got to go
I think that I'm fine, but
My mind says otherwise, I
Think I got it under control
I think I got it under control
Written by: Christopher Hughes, George Hanna, William Ikpi
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