The world has gone pink...Pink-E-Swear that is. And these talented recordin… Read Full Bio ↴The world has gone pink...Pink-E-Swear that is. And these talented recording artists are about to spread their positive message to kids and adults everywhere. Determined on being good role models through charity work, public awareness and songs that are all age appropriate and relate to genuine teen issues, Pink-E-Swear combines catchy pop and hip-hop melodies with uplifting and fun lyrics. And what’s more, they are all great friends. The four girls who make up Pink-E-Swear (which means Swear to wear Pink), Taylor, Saige, Tasha and Sydney are all triple threat talents...singers, dancers and actors all with strings of credits in film, television and music.

Out of Control
Pink-E-Swear Lyrics

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Pushed in the game at a young age
Feel me touch me as I turn the page
A little past ten, roughly about
eleven years old dropped in the good location
My scratch is smellin sour and it's stinkin
got a nigga seriously thinkin
"How can I kill this odor, and purchase me a Lincoln?"
Minimum wage flippin patties - nope

I'd rather fuck around with Coca-Cola, yola
Ice cream, candy, granola, huh
Slave for men - that's what they told me
and I'll break you off somethin suitable
Brought you a key of crack quicker than ?
Recoupable
Future black and beautiful
My partners used to be plucked and ugly
Hangin around them old squeegee boys
Man them the motherfuckers that have love for me
They straight cut for me
Deal me, touch me, L-O-V-E
E-to-the-F-to-the-R-T-Y
I spits the shit from the T-O-P
It's me, the E, droppin it nuclear all the time
Motherfucker comin from the motherfuckin.. mud
Fuck you niggaz, you think I sell my soul
But I'm way too cold, motherfucker!

Sittin in my livin room
Thinkin of, a master plan
Tryin to find a way out
Then I snatch the scratch, and laugh
So I painted me a picture
of a life, to make a dream
Can you feel me now
Ballin outta control, ballin outta control

Fresh off the showroom flo', bought me a ninety-fo'
Now I'm havin long money, like Ross Perot, so take
notes from a big ol' ? pimp, pretty much established
Livin out of hand lavish
Throwin parties ?
with big time folks makin big time cabbage
Become a savage, get swoll by ones
Twenty a drum's established
Six figure digits, just like I tell you like
I got the whole city sewed up in stitches
Your product'll win if you gots top grade
Keep, your law-yers and your bail bondsmen paid
The word on the street's is that I done came up too fast
Motherfuckers want a piece of my soul
Playa haters wanna cut my grass
You don't wanna bring your bitch
to what type of ? out of control sittin on tickets
Million dollar spots, technology chops
and a motherfucker proud fool-assed ridiculous
Straight fuckin em up like that, throw me my strap man
Feel me
Reverend would you put some blessin oil on my head
and hear me
I never sell my soul cause I'm way too cold
Motherfucker! Ballin outta control

This ol' game, kids they run
Never get a second chance
so take me to this world
Now there's always time, to getcha
I guess by now you get the picture
of what I'm tryin to say
I'm ballin outta control

"Niggaz trippin off me cause I was a young motherfucker ballin"
"Every other fuckin day I'm tellin my sahies how to quit"
"Niggaz trippin off me cause I was a young motherfucker ballin"
"We can get it on, we can get it on"
"Niggaz trippin off me cause I was a young motherfucker ballin"
"Forty-Water, straight lettin em know"
"Even though my pocket's fat and my belly's bigger..
gots to come Sic-Sic-Sic-Wid-It"

Throw, the hoe
Y'know in a big ass gumbo pot
Full stir
Let it settle to make it lock
Horse races, trips to Vegas, frequent flier
"Whassup you timah, when your ass gonna retire?"
I ain't knowin
Keep tellin myself that I'ma call it quits
But I got myself
Too much motherfuckin cabbage out there runnin in the streets
Lookin up out the way for the one-time
Po-Po Penelope seriously concentratin
Noided as I watch the back for all of my chemistry
cause fools be playa hatin
Lucrative spots and blows, investments bonds and stocks
Esquired land and crops, techno chops and glocks
Cause niggaz be tryin to make movies
when they get all in front of these bootch ass hoochies
I be like poppin the cap like a hungry mother
I ain't even gon' lie I'm to'
Twoasted, looped, to' back, souped
Plastered, puked, on the get back fully recouped
Fuck these niggaz they think I'll sell my soul
But I'm way too cold, motherfucker!

Sittin in my livin room
Thinkin of, a master plan
Tryin to find a way out
Then I snatch the scratch, and laugh
So I painted me a picture
of a life, to make a dream
Can you feel me now
Ballin outta control, ballin outta control

Yeah yeah, I'm ballin outta control
Out of motherfuckin control
I'm ballin outta control
Cause I'm way too cold
Yayayy, I'm ballin outta control
MotherFUCKER! Ah yeah
Feel me main
I feel you
Can you feel me main
Yeah, I feel you main
Vitti can you feel me?
I feel yah!
Motherfucker can you feel me?
Yeahahayahahah!
Feel me main
I feel you main
Feel me boy?
I'm ballin outta control, yeahahahhh

Every fuckin time
All day, motherfucker

Overall Meaning

"Out of Control" by Pink-E-Swear is a song that talks about the rapper's life experiences from a young age up until his current stage of being a wealthy, successful artist. The first part of the lyrics highlights his past struggles as a child who was introduced to the drug trade, working minimum wage jobs, and feeling like a slave for the system. He explains how his peers accepted him despite his rough background, and he became the "big man" by stepping into the drug scene at a young age. Pink-E-Swear reflects on his previous struggles and paints a vivid picture of how perseverance and hard work help him get out of his situation to become a self-made millionaire.

Later in the lyrics, Pink-E-Swear brags about his luxurious lifestyle, how he is balling out of control, and how everyone is trying to get a piece of his success. He discusses his newfound wealth and how he is finally living his dream. However, he is watchful of his surroundings as he knows people are always looking to take him down. Throughout the song, he repeatedly asserts that he will never sell his soul to the devil.

The song is an excellent summary of the story of a young kid who is introduced to the drugs trade, and how he quickly becomes knowledgeable in the trade, and his later life of crime, all while maintaining a sense of loyalty to his peers and not letting approval or success get to his head. It is a story of redemption and a reminder that anything is achievable if you work hard and persist.

Line by Line Meaning

Pushed in the game at a young age
I was introduced to the drug game when I was young

Feel me touch me as I turn the page
I'm experiencing the highs and lows of the drug game and it's changing me

A little past ten, roughly about eleven years old dropped in the good location
I was around 11 when I started selling drugs in a good area

My scratch is smellin sour and it's stinkin got a nigga seriously thinkin "How can I kill this odor, and purchase me a Lincoln?"
My drug money smells bad and I want to use it to buy a fancy car

Minimum wage flippin patties - nope I'd rather fuck around with Coca-Cola, yola Ice cream, candy, granola, huh
I don't want to work a minimum wage job, I'd rather sell drugs and make more money

Slave for men - that's what they told me and I'll break you off somethin suitable Brought you a key of crack quicker than ? Recoupable
People told me I'd be a slave to the drug game, but I proved them wrong by quickly selling a large amount and making a profit

Future black and beautiful My partners used to be plucked and ugly Hangin around them old squeegee boys Man them the motherfuckers that have love for me They straight cut for me Deal me, touch me, L-O-V-E
I have a bright future ahead of me despite my rough start and my old friends still support me and love me

E-to-the-F-to-the-R-T-Y I spits the shit from the T-O-P It's me, the E, droppin it nuclear all the time Motherfucker comin from the motherfuckin.. mud
I'm E-40 and I'm coming from the bottom but I'm still dropping hot rhymes all the time

Fuck you niggaz, you think I sell my soul But I'm way too cold, motherfucker!
People assume that I sold my soul to the drug game, but I'm too strong and cold-hearted to ever do that

Sittin in my livin room Thinkin of, a master plan Tryin to find a way out Then I snatch the scratch, and laugh So I painted me a picture of a life, to make a dream Can you feel me now Ballin outta control, ballin outta control
I want to find a way out of the drug game and I have a dream of a better life. I'm making money and I feel unstoppable

Fresh off the showroom flo', bought me a ninety-fo' Now I'm havin long money, like Ross Perot, so take notes from a big ol' ? pimp, pretty much established Livin out of hand lavish
I recently bought a new car and I'm making lots of money. I'm a pimp and I'm living a lavish lifestyle

Throwin parties ? with big time folks makin big time cabbage
I'm throwing parties with wealthy and successful people

Become a savage, get swoll by ones Twenty a drum's established Six figure digits, just like I tell you like I got the whole city sewed up in stitches
I'm becoming more ruthless and I'm making a lot of money selling drugs. I have the whole city under my control

Your product'll win if you gots top grade Keep, your law-yers and your bail bondsmen paid
Your drugs will sell if they're high quality. Keep your lawyers and bail bondsmen paid in case you get in trouble with the law

The word on the street's is that I done came up too fast Motherfuckers want a piece of my soul Playa haters wanna cut my grass
People are jealous of my success and they think I got rich too quickly. They want to bring me down

You don't wanna bring your bitch to what type of ? out of control sittin on tickets Million dollar spots, technology chops and a motherfucker proud fool-assed ridiculous
My lifestyle is out of control and it's not safe for women. I have expensive things and I'm proud of my wealth

Straight fuckin em up like that, throw me my strap man Feel me Reverend would you put some blessin oil on my head and hear me
I'm a violent person and I carry a gun. I want to be heard and I'm asking a reverend to bless me

I never sell my soul cause I'm way too cold Motherfucker! Ballin outta control
I won't sell my soul to the drug game because I'm too strong and I'm making a lot of money

This ol' game, kids they run Never get a second chance so take me to this world Now there's always time, to getcha
The drug game is dangerous and young people shouldn't get involved. I want to escape this world and start fresh

I guess by now you get the picture of what I'm tryin to say I'm ballin outta control
I hope you understand what I'm saying. I'm making a lot of money and I feel unstoppable

"Niggaz trippin off me cause I was a young motherfucker ballin" "Every other fuckin day I'm tellin my sahies how to quit" "We can get it on, we can get it on" "Forty-Water, straight lettin em know" "Even though my pocket's fat and my belly's bigger.. gots to come Sic-Sic-Sic-Wid-It"
People are jealous of me because I'm young and successful. I tell my friends to quit the drug game. I'm confident in my abilities even though I'm getting rich and gaining weight

Throw, the hoe Y'know in a big ass gumbo pot Full stir Let it settle to make it lock
I'm talking about making a drug mix and letting it settle to make it stronger

Horse races, trips to Vegas, frequent flier "Whassup you timah, when your ass gonna retire?" I ain't knowin Keep tellin myself that I'ma call it quits But I got myself Too much motherfuckin cabbage out there runnin in the streets Lookin up out the way for the one-time Po-Po Penelope seriously concentratin Noided as I watch the back for all of my chemistry cause fools be playa hatin
I'm going on trips and enjoying my wealth, but people are questioning when I'm going to stop. I don't know when I'll retire. I tell myself I'll quit, but I have too much money to walk away. I'm paranoid about getting caught by the police and I'm always looking over my shoulder

Lucrative spots and blows, investments bonds and stocks Esquired land and crops, techno chops and glocks Cause niggaz be tryin to make movies when they get all in front of these bootch ass hoochies I be like poppin the cap like a hungry mother
I have investments in different areas and I have land, crops, and guns. People try to make a show of their wealth by spending money on women, but I'm smarter with my money

I ain't even gon' lie I'm to' Twoasted, looped, to' back, souped Plastered, puked, on the get back fully recouped Fuck these niggaz they think I'll sell my soul Yeah yeah, I'm ballin outta control Out of motherfuckin control Cause I'm way too cold Yayayy, I'm ballin outta control MotherFUCKER! Ah yeah
I'm drunk and high, but I'm making money and I won't sell my soul to the drug game. I'm out of control and I don't care what people think. I'm way too cold and I'm still balling

Feel me main I feel you Can you feel me main Yeah, I feel you main Vitti can you feel me? I feel yah! Motherfucker can you feel me? Yeahahayahahah! I feel you main Feel me boy? I'm ballin outta control, yeahahahhh Every fuckin time All day, motherfucker
I'm asking if people understand me and can relate to me. I'm always balling and I want people to feel me all the time

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: EARL T. STEVENS, SAMUEL RAMONE BOSTIC, LOUIS KING, MIKE MOSLEY

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