It Can't Be
It must be my skin
I can't think of any other reason I'd win
I can't think of an explanation
It can't be the years of work I put in
It can't be the way that I've stuck with the same friends
It can't be the swag I got when I walk in
It can't be
It can't be the way that I treat people
Or how I make time to see people
And make sure that they feel like we equals
It can't be the smile
It can't be the eye contact with these crowds
It can't be my pen
It can't be these verses that make people feel like I'm talking to them
It can't be the homage I've paid
Nights when I coulda left the studio early but I stayed
It can't be the tone of my voice
It can't be the thought I put into every choice
It can't be the Jeep instead of the Rolls Royce
It can't be the downtime with my boys
It can't be the Tribe, and the Biggie and the Nas
The Outkast, and the Missy in my iPod
It can't be the absence of any facade
It can't be the worldwide hometown pride
So I guess
It must be my skin
I can't think of any other reason I'd win
I can't think of an explanation
It can't be the years of work I put in
It can't be the way that I've stuck with the same friends
It can't be the swag I got when I walk in
It can't be
It can't be some understanding of branding
Or maybe that I'm outstanding
Or all the South American fans that meet me at the airport upon landing
It can't be my aunties and grannies and every other woman in my family that raised me to be upstanding
It can't be that I simply make ear Candy
Especially when the industry could just plant me
Especially when I didn't grow up on Brandy
Especially when I'm having dinner in Frankfort with Andy
It can't be a bit of good karma
It can't be the way they all say that he's a charmer
It can't be the lack of chinks in my armor
It can't be the poise when them boys try to harm us
It can't be that we built something to be a part of
It can't be the way that every beat gets barred up
So I guess
It must be my skin
I can't think of any other reason I'd win
I can't think of an explanation
It can't be the years of work I put in
It can't be the way that I've stuck with the same friends
It can't be the swag I got when I walk in
It can't be
I can't think of any other reason I'd win
I can't think of an explanation
It can't be the years of work I put in
It can't be the way that I've stuck with the same friends
It can't be the swag I got when I walk in
It can't be
It can't be the way that I treat people
Or how I make time to see people
And make sure that they feel like we equals
It can't be the smile
It can't be the eye contact with these crowds
It can't be my pen
It can't be these verses that make people feel like I'm talking to them
It can't be the homage I've paid
Nights when I coulda left the studio early but I stayed
It can't be the tone of my voice
It can't be the thought I put into every choice
It can't be the Jeep instead of the Rolls Royce
It can't be the downtime with my boys
It can't be the Tribe, and the Biggie and the Nas
The Outkast, and the Missy in my iPod
It can't be the absence of any facade
It can't be the worldwide hometown pride
So I guess
It must be my skin
I can't think of any other reason I'd win
I can't think of an explanation
It can't be the years of work I put in
It can't be the way that I've stuck with the same friends
It can't be the swag I got when I walk in
It can't be
It can't be some understanding of branding
Or maybe that I'm outstanding
Or all the South American fans that meet me at the airport upon landing
It can't be my aunties and grannies and every other woman in my family that raised me to be upstanding
It can't be that I simply make ear Candy
Especially when the industry could just plant me
Especially when I didn't grow up on Brandy
Especially when I'm having dinner in Frankfort with Andy
It can't be a bit of good karma
It can't be the way they all say that he's a charmer
It can't be the lack of chinks in my armor
It can't be the poise when them boys try to harm us
It can't be that we built something to be a part of
It can't be the way that every beat gets barred up
So I guess
It must be my skin
I can't think of any other reason I'd win
I can't think of an explanation
It can't be the years of work I put in
It can't be the way that I've stuck with the same friends
It can't be the swag I got when I walk in
It can't be
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Writer(s): Bill Withers, Jackman Thomas Harlow, Rashad Thomas
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