Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song CAN'T GO ON, artist - Russ. Date of issue: 18.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
CAN'T GO ON |
| This ain’t healthy, girl, this can’t go on |
| I think I’m over it, this can’t go on |
| Baby, baby, why’d you call me out my name? |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| Yeah, yeah |
| I know you’re you but I’m me, that shit means some shit |
| I got a house with a studio, I dreamed this shit |
| I be locked in, phone off, hits gettin' made |
| I don’t got time to play house and kids gettin' made |
| I got tapestries, I’m buyin' for Moroccan-themed rooms |
| You got travesties of fuckin' men for vodka and shrooms |
| Gossipin' too as if I give a fuck |
| I gave you dick and conversation, guess I gave too much |
| My friends say it’s my fault, they say that I’m the problem |
| They say that if I don’t want them attached, then I should dog 'em |
| But that’s not in my nature, I swear that’s not the real me |
| Even if I felt okay about it, mom would kill me |
| But first-class tickets and five-star rooms |
| Shouldn’t make you think you 'bout to be a wife and me a groom |
| Raise your standards, where’s your self-worth and life at? |
| You shouldn’t act like you come with a motherfuckin' price tag, yeah |
| Baby, baby, why’d you call me out my name? |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| 'Cause now I’m heated and I might just do the same (Yeah, yeah) |
| This ain’t healthy, girl, this can’t go on |
| I think I’m over it, this can’t go on |
| Baby, baby, why’d you call me out my name? |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| Doo-doo, you really make it hard to say (Hard to say) |
| Doo-doo, you need to understand your lane (Your lane) |
| Yeah, yeah, get a grip, fall back, be casual |
| We’ve only seen each other three times, act natural |
| Or rather, act neutral, I don’t got the energy to deal with women how I used to |
| You need to chill the fuck out |
| I mentioned how I saw you three times, guess we struck out |
| Your overbearin' ways made the patience in me run out |
| I finally got some time to myself, ain’t no time for your shit |
| You not my mom, you not my girl, and we not datin', so just dip |
| Call a Lyft, I heard Uber’s racist |
| Yeah, the head is good but you’re not who I choose to mate with |
| I need my space, indicative you can’t handle boundaries |
| You keep blurrin' lines, I’ve had enough of all your drama and disturbin' mind, |
| yeah |
| Baby, baby, why’d you call me out my name? |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| 'Cause now I’m heated and I might just do the same (Yeah, yeah) |
| This ain’t healthy, girl, this can’t go on |
| I think I’m over it, this can’t go on |
| Baby, baby, why’d you call me out my name? |