Can't Help It
Run from my demons
I duck through the regions
I count off the reasons
I change like the seasons
I'll still be a freeman
I still got my reasons
I pull up, good evening
Yeah
Pussy boy made him a song with no meaning
He off that cup yea that boy he be leaning
Turn his lights out, yea that boy he be dreaming
Blow her back out, okay, that's enough screaming
I'm still all alone but I really can't help it
I'm still all unknown and I really can't sell it
Why still call my phone, why you really cant text me
I'm all that I shown, but you really still hex me
Yeah
We can go all out on mans
Baguettes in my neck, all in France
Sending threats all from Japan
Silly yea, we made him dance
In the gym, helping my stance
The needle, put shit in his back
Black beetle, the way I attack
Track people, we chase down the back
Fuck all these people I really don't need em'
Fuck bout yo sign, yea we'll never be equal
I'm still alive, though you thought I died
Still in the night, and I pull up arrived
Stain on my head, yea you thought that I
Dived
Shallow In, Shallow in
Uh
Bring a shadow in shadow in
Uh
Be virgin then, virgin then yeah
I'm still all alone but I really can't help it
I'm still all unknown yeah I really can't sell it
Why still call my phone, why you really cant text me
I'm all that I shown, why you really still hex me
Yeah
Killing shit Nigga you thought I was done
Partying hard bitch I'll ruin the fun
Bye to yo nigga oh yeah he be gone
Beloved all my sounds and like all of my songs
Read me my rights while I'm writing my wrongs
Dead from the red cause the blood that I shed
Pain from the top cuz it came from my head
All of this shit yeah it came from my heart
You play it silly, yea I play it smart
You like clay really yea you break apart
I'm a top nigga not talking bout charts
My glock take niggas yea give it a cloak
I knock on niggas if they want the smoke
You know I be bigger you really a joke
Look at my hands, look at my scars
Book us some plans, look at the stars
I'm still all alone but I really can't help it
I'm still all unknown and I really can't sell it uh
Why still call my phone, why you really cant text me
I'm all that I shown, but you really still hex me
I'm still all alone but I really can't help it
I'm still all unknown and I really can't sell it
Why still call my phone, why you really cant text me
I'm all that I shown, but you really still hex me bitch
I duck through the regions
I count off the reasons
I change like the seasons
I'll still be a freeman
I still got my reasons
I pull up, good evening
Yeah
Pussy boy made him a song with no meaning
He off that cup yea that boy he be leaning
Turn his lights out, yea that boy he be dreaming
Blow her back out, okay, that's enough screaming
I'm still all alone but I really can't help it
I'm still all unknown and I really can't sell it
Why still call my phone, why you really cant text me
I'm all that I shown, but you really still hex me
Yeah
We can go all out on mans
Baguettes in my neck, all in France
Sending threats all from Japan
Silly yea, we made him dance
In the gym, helping my stance
The needle, put shit in his back
Black beetle, the way I attack
Track people, we chase down the back
Fuck all these people I really don't need em'
Fuck bout yo sign, yea we'll never be equal
I'm still alive, though you thought I died
Still in the night, and I pull up arrived
Stain on my head, yea you thought that I
Dived
Shallow In, Shallow in
Uh
Bring a shadow in shadow in
Uh
Be virgin then, virgin then yeah
I'm still all alone but I really can't help it
I'm still all unknown yeah I really can't sell it
Why still call my phone, why you really cant text me
I'm all that I shown, why you really still hex me
Yeah
Killing shit Nigga you thought I was done
Partying hard bitch I'll ruin the fun
Bye to yo nigga oh yeah he be gone
Beloved all my sounds and like all of my songs
Read me my rights while I'm writing my wrongs
Dead from the red cause the blood that I shed
Pain from the top cuz it came from my head
All of this shit yeah it came from my heart
You play it silly, yea I play it smart
You like clay really yea you break apart
I'm a top nigga not talking bout charts
My glock take niggas yea give it a cloak
I knock on niggas if they want the smoke
You know I be bigger you really a joke
Look at my hands, look at my scars
Book us some plans, look at the stars
I'm still all alone but I really can't help it
I'm still all unknown and I really can't sell it uh
Why still call my phone, why you really cant text me
I'm all that I shown, but you really still hex me
I'm still all alone but I really can't help it
I'm still all unknown and I really can't sell it
Why still call my phone, why you really cant text me
I'm all that I shown, but you really still hex me bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Barber
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