russ - can't go on lyrics
[chorus]
baby, baby, why’d you call me out my name? (yeah, yeah)
’cause now i made it 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)
[verse 1]
yeah, yeah
i know you’re you but i’m me, that sh-t means some sh-t
i got a house with a studio, i dreamed this sh-t
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 morrocan-themed rooms
you got travesties of f-ckin’ men for vodka and shrooms
gossipin’ too as if i give a f-ck
i gave you d-ck 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 k!ll me
but first-cl-ss 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 motherf-ckin’ price tag, yeah
[chorus]
baby, baby, why’d you call me out my name? (yeah, yeah)
’cause now i made it 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)
[bridge]
doo-doo, you really make it hard to say (hard to say)
doo-doo, you need to understand your lane (your lane)
[verse 2]
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 f-ck 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 sh-t
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 sp-ce, indicative you can’t handle boundaries
you keep blurrin’ lines, i’ve had enough of all your drama and disturbin’ mind, yeah
[chorus]
baby, baby, why’d you call me out my name? (yeah, yeah)
’cause now i made it 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?
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