Can't Be Defined
Last year was a gimmick
Right now I hit finish
Don't play no scrimmage
Boy best just get it
Right now is my time
Can't hit no deadline
I cannot rewind, no
I can't be defined
Say I been losing control of myself
Now I'm working it
Constantly battling my mental health
It's in my verse I spit
What you know about that wealth
Watch these words I flip
I cannot go back to hell
It is the curse that's in
Yeah yeah yeah yeah why you moving like that
Woe woe woe woe look at that ass so fat
Bro bro bro bro hit it like a laundromat
Oh no oh no why I do it like that
I get silly, I get wicked in this music
It's my therapy, give me clarity
Can't abuse it
Last year was a gimmick
Right now I hit finish
Don't play no scrimmage
Boy best just get it
Right now is my time
Can't hit no deadline
I cannot rewind, no
I can't be defined
I been working like non-stop
I can't seem to find my watch
What's the time, no hop-scotch
To play, I got them rhymes that spray
Your life it just must pay
I've had a damn hard day
Don't bring that shit my way, oh
What's the meaning for this evening
If you don't want smoke
Your words they always choke
Would you like to get yoked
See I cannot go broke
Watch out my blade will poke
I do not play no jokes
A psycho that gets stoked
Look what my brain has wrote
I do not fuck with ya folk
I got a bong to go toke
I'm lost high up in the smoke
Right now I hit finish
Don't play no scrimmage
Boy best just get it
Right now is my time
Can't hit no deadline
I cannot rewind, no
I can't be defined
Say I been losing control of myself
Now I'm working it
Constantly battling my mental health
It's in my verse I spit
What you know about that wealth
Watch these words I flip
I cannot go back to hell
It is the curse that's in
Yeah yeah yeah yeah why you moving like that
Woe woe woe woe look at that ass so fat
Bro bro bro bro hit it like a laundromat
Oh no oh no why I do it like that
I get silly, I get wicked in this music
It's my therapy, give me clarity
Can't abuse it
Last year was a gimmick
Right now I hit finish
Don't play no scrimmage
Boy best just get it
Right now is my time
Can't hit no deadline
I cannot rewind, no
I can't be defined
I been working like non-stop
I can't seem to find my watch
What's the time, no hop-scotch
To play, I got them rhymes that spray
Your life it just must pay
I've had a damn hard day
Don't bring that shit my way, oh
What's the meaning for this evening
If you don't want smoke
Your words they always choke
Would you like to get yoked
See I cannot go broke
Watch out my blade will poke
I do not play no jokes
A psycho that gets stoked
Look what my brain has wrote
I do not fuck with ya folk
I got a bong to go toke
I'm lost high up in the smoke
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Hayes
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