I CAN'T (DHT)

A bold and empowering anthem that emphasizes the importance of setting boundaries and focusing on personal growth.

Through unapologetic lyrics and a fierce attitude, the song evokes a sense of determination and resilience, rejecting anything that might hold the artist back. Exploring themes such as self-worth, ambition, and inner strength, the song serves as a reminder that one's time and energy are valuable and should not be wasted on negativity and distractions. The artist uses vivid imagery, metaphors, and comparisons to convey these messages and create a powerful, relatable tune.

Ay dios mío!

I can’t, can’t

I don’t, don’t

I can’t, can’t

I won’t, won’t

What you think I look like

Bitch I’m important

I don’t sit around, No, I am not a doormat

Yessir, I am All That, Can I take your order?

I will have the stage, the mic and some hors d’oeuvres

Got a little talent, Working on my shit

I can be a monster, I can be a bitch

That don’t mean shit If it ain’t about my biz

I got too much going to be worried bout a bitch

Working on my goals

I am working on my trust

I got trust issues, in me you should trust

that I am the Truth and my words are fairy dust

Guaranteed to make em, make em, make em

Wanna jump

Get Your ass up and do it for yourself

I am not Latifah, No, This is not the Help

I ain’t even tripping off that feeling that you felt

When you do your thing, You’ll be like

I Can’t and I Don’t Have Time

What you think this look like

Bitch I ain’t Maury

I don’t give a damn if the baby is adorby

If your ass end up in front of a Jury

Better go way back, if we don’t, I ain’t sorry

I don’t need no coat tails hanging on my tail coats

How you give opinions when you don’t do the damn work?

How you steady cutting but your ass is a fan, sir?

Always got your hand out, you got some damn nerve

This is why I don’t stop, I be going tangent

Money on my mind, guess you could call me bandit

I be in and out when it comes to bands

If it ain’t bout money, I am Ghost, I am sandman

I be in my cave, be protecting my waves

In my safe space, away from the shit I hate

A slave the Zen, Close The Shades

I can be nice, but I stay

I Can’t and I Don’t Have Time

I Can’t and I Don’t Have Time (I Can’t, Can’t)

I Can’t and I Don’t Have Time (I Don’t, Don’t)

I Can’t and I Don’t Have Time (I Can’t, Can’t)

I Can’t and I Don’t Have Time (I Won’t, Won’t)

If we ain’t from deep, hit em with a

Click clack, pull back , back slap, clap clap

If we ain’t have beef, hit em with

Clap, clap, head tap, dap dap, back tap

If we ever made Brie, hit em with the

Dust that, side step, Bankhead bounce that

If we I 2 E(ye), hit ‘em with the stone face.... Dab That

It’s all about peace, love in the streets

One love to all, but not for the least

Can we get some healing? stop with all the drama

Stop with all the Fuckery, the hate , I am tired of

Turning on my tv, and feeling so enraged

Feeling like my soul could burst into a flame

Rising from the pain like a Phoenix

Got my radar only focused on the real shit

So I ain’t stopping for no bullshit

Stopping cause I don’t quit

Stopping cause the fear of the mind is Obtrusive

Any given chance that you take, it will screw it

Every single moment is a chance to be Druid

Every single day is a Life to be lived

Time is of the essence, but not one to kill

If you still tripping off that feeling that you feel

Tripping off that feeling that you feel

If a Bitch think I got time for her then she gon have to cut,

Yes, A Bitch gon have to get cut, Bitch

Then a Bitch a gon have to get cut, What!?

If a Bitch think I got time for her then that bitch gon have to cut,

Gonna Gonna Gonna have to get cut

I Can’t and I Don’t Have Time

I Can’t and I Don’t Have Time (I Can’t, Can’t)

I Can’t and I Don’t Have Time (I Don’t, Don’t)

I Can’t and I Don’t Have Time (I Can’t, Can’t)

I Can’t and I Don’t Have Time (I Won’t, Won’t)

If a Bitch think I got time for her then she gon have to cut,

Yes, A Bitch gon have to get cut, Bitch

Then A Bitch a gon have to get cut, What!?

If a Bitch think I got time for her then that bitch gon have to cut,

Gonna Gonna Gonna have to get cut

Baby like Judge Judy, Like Judge Judy

We’re Done.

Written by: Eric Alexander Myles

I CAN'T (DHT)

MAKE ME HIGH

MISS ME