Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Call It, artist - Marlon Craft.
Date of issue: 11.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Can't Call It |
Uh, living in a generation |
Where only commas get an exclamation |
Tryna keep my mental patient, I’m a mental patient though I ain’t hesitating |
No, wish I would though |
Yeah, feeling hurt |
I don’t know the origin, that be the worst |
Let’s just keep on pouring see who’ll feel it first |
That’s how whiskey and relationships and feelings work |
I know how I feel (yeah) |
That ain’t who I am (no) |
I’ve been looking back (yeah) |
Tryna understand (yeah) |
I wish I could cry (yeah) |
But y’all made me a man (yeah) |
So I just wonder why I be the way I am (yeah) |
Therapists say I got trauma, managers say I need commas |
I just really think I need solace |
Some days wish I ain’t make all these promises |
I go for drinks every night that I don’t want, at what point am I an alcoholic? |
Say what you all want but my whol childhood, bitch I was a target, |
and I can’t call it, yeah |
When I was 11 got robbd. |
now my man’s pop |
Since then I knew I was alone, at the end of the day |
Knew it’s only me and I couldn’t truly count on shit, that’s real |
Got a girl I’m so in love with, but I’m afraid to be her everything |
Guess that’s why I always joke about wedding rings, 'cause I’m afraid I’m |
unlovable in the long run |
Broken clocks are right twice a day, so twice a day I feel present |
Looking for love amongst likes and faves, tell me how I’m supposed to find |
friendship? |
I’ma stop giving my two cents no matter what, they go with consensus |
I just want someone to say: «I see you» and mean it, is that too intensive? |
I ain’t paid rent to my mind in a long time |
I think it’s time to go offline |
I’ve been having a hard time |
(I ain’t got no metaphor there, that’s just real shit) |
People saying right things at the wrong time |
At least I won’t be better than I was |
I used to think like: «I better be discussed» |
Now I won’t just be, I ain’t settling for buzz |
I know how I feel (yeah) |
That ain’t who I am (no) |
I’ve been looking back (yeah) |
Tryna understand (yeah) |
I wish I could cry (yeah) |
But y’all made me a man (yeah) |
So I just wonder why I be the way I am (yeah) |
Therapists say I got trauma, managers say I need commas |
I just really think I need solace |
Some days wish I ain’t make all these promises |
I go for drinks every night that I don’t want, at what point am I an alcoholic? |
Say what you all want but my whole childhood, bitch I was a target, |
and I can’t call it, yeah |