Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can I Live, artist - Sisqo. Album song Return Of Dragon, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 18.06.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A Def Jam Recordings Release;
Song language: English
Can I Live |
Drop that. |
what? |
Uhh, Sisqo, Associates, T. R |
You feel this, what the deal? |
You knew I wasn’t faithful from the jump so don’t front |
Like I was quit acting up bugging |
Since when we been messing, flexing |
Love has been good no doubt |
But now trying to get me on lock down |
Trying to figure out what I’m all about If I’m going out |
Who I’m chilling with, what I’m dealing with? |
Just can’t, just can’t handle it |
You’re not my girl and I’m not your man |
I’m a tell you again so you understand |
I’m not trying to be caught in, I’m not moving |
Not budging not trying to get stuck in something I can’t get out of |
If you thought twice shorty then I doubt ya |
Need to get off of my back |
Your line to tight need to cut me some slack |
So let go |
Can I live? |
Can I breath? |
Inhale exhale get off of me |
What I do? |
Where I be? |
Who I see? |
You follow me What is this? |
Can I live? |
Can I breath? |
Inhale exhale get off of me |
Give me privacy |
Met you in the club you was bumping |
Drunk as hell off the Henny with the thugs and smoking something |
I saw you wit your girlfriend acting like you’re cousins |
But cha really wasn’t |
Plus I caught you with the horny face and I loved it |
So I took you to the crib for some fucking |
Touching, hugging, lotta rubbing |
Few hours later Not busting |
I hollered at you 'cause your body was right |
And I stayed smashing 'cause the shit was tight |
What was your plot coming here tonight? |
If you thought it was sweet, it ain’t not tonight |
I won’t go that route, it is not my life |
I’m a baller you a dick, you need to get it right |
Stuck in my ways now why you testing me |
Need to stop stressing me you can’t handle it |
Cheers and the memory |
Meet them, love them, bust them, leave them |
That is just the way I treat them |
I don’t owe ya a type of reason |
Not my girl so I’m not cheating |
Never ever, ever will be |
I don’t care don’t have to feel me |
Nothing’s changed from the beginning |
This is the end so be it |
T.R., oh, oh |
I look and see a girl that I feel fatally attracted |
Ain’t trying to go home to the smell of old rabbits |
That’s why we going to chill till I instill it in your cabbage |
The meaning of your space and to clarify your status |
You ain’t my Gina and I ain’t your Martin |
So chill with that crazy bullshit that you sparkin' |
Pagin' off the hook like you bent off of Henrock |
Replies in your signature smothering my inbox |
Call all the time but never saying nothing |
You for now when you call boo, you get the end button |
I never understood you ain’t in the woods hunting |
So why you keep binoculars and like a cuffing |
You gray baring me nah better yet fuck that boo |
You scaring me talk you want to marry me |
Nah go stalk another nigga |
I ain’t grievin' is a reason why I’m pullin' out the scissors |
Now bounce, bounce |
Whoa whoa, we out |
Sisqo, another one |
T.R., uhh uhh, ONE! |