Lyrics Self Control - Trisha Paytas

Self Control

I’ve been hearing 'round
My name is falling out your mouth, baby
(Mmm, mmm, yeah, mmm, mmm, yeah)
If you can hear me now
I don’t need a sorry, boy, save it
(Mmm, mmm, yeah, mmm, mmm, yeah)
You ain’t been on my mind, boy (Boy)
You’ve been crossing lines lately
(Ooh, ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh, yeah)
So, now you’re gonna get what you wanted, I’ma go crazy
This is what you wanted, so you got it
You just won’t let this go
So, baby say what you gonna say
Why you came to play?
Is that your mouth running?
Or what?
Now, you’re gonna front
Like you didn’t come to tell me something
Get out, before I get loud
I ain’t going down over your loving
Boy, you’re so predictable
You should have some self control
Who do you think you are living large off of my feelings?
(Ooh, ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh, yeah)
How do you sleep at night?
(Night)
Staring at a blank ceiling
(Ooh, ooh, yeah) Oh, yeah, yeah
(Ooh, ooh, yeah) Oh, yeah, yeah
This is what you wanted, so you got it
You just won’t let this go
So, baby say what you gonna say
Why you came to play?
Is that your mouth running?
Or what?
Now, you’re gonna front
Like you didn’t come to tell me something
Get out, before I get loud
I ain’t going down over your loving
Boy, you’re so predictable
You should have some self control
Say, say, what you gonna say
Why you came to play?
Is that your mouth running?
Or what?
Now you’re gonna front
Like you didn’t come to tell me something
Get out, before I get loud
I ain’t going down over your loving
Boy, you’re so predictable
You should have some self control
Yeah, ah-ah, self control
Yeah, ah-ah
Show me something I ain’t never seen before
Played me for a fool, but you can’t no more
So, baby say what you gonna say
Why you came to play?
Is that your mouth running?
Or what?
Now, you’re gonna front
Like you didn’t come to tell me something
Get out, before I get loud
I ain’t going down over your loving
Boy, you’re so predictable
You should have some self control
Say, say, what you gonna to say
Why you came to play?
Is that your mouth running?
Or what?
Now you’re gonna front (Now you’re gonna front)
Like you didn’t come to tell me something
Get out, before I get loud
I ain’t going down over your loving
Boy, you’re so predictable
You should have some self control
Bam