A1 Render - Can You.. Lyrics

Been walkin around like I made it
I'm talking a billi ain't playin
Bettin your chips on the boy
I'm goin all in I'm just sayin
I'm different I'm sayin
Switching the picture up, swishing the liquor up
Jump in the Lyft, bump my shit
It's nicer to know ya, you shoot like a soldier but we keep it movin in here
I rock like a boulder, I'm lit like a punk in the pit I ain't drinking no beer
Mas tequila, rolling me up a lil reefer
When I'm in Europe I'll sprinkle tobacco up in it
Spendin that euro I'm bumpin to digits, ooo
Feelin myself, as I should, life is short as shit
Imma die, flyin high, I am sure of it
Private eye, St. John, Virgin Islands
Wine and dine, find the time explore eyelids
F*ckin up all my shit
Thinkin the public opinion is in
Takin a tulip and pinnin it on to my collar,
I'm sporting free love on my jacket a baller
Shot caller, bitch I got bite like no shock collar
Bitches act like I owe them shit, sike, you used to wish I was taller (bitch)
Get on my pedestal
Jump on my pedestal baby
So incredible, edible, what a feat
Expectations high, ass meet (Niykee Heaton!)
(Can you can you) aim to please
(Can you can you) torture me
(Can you can you) Uh...
(Can you can you) make me beg
(Can you can you) break a leg
(Can you can you) f*ck?
Can you ask me what I like, take control and don't play nice?
Know your role, no advice, I Wonder Woman what's that like?
All I wanna be is a play thing
Use me up, baby spit me out
I don't deserve your sympathy, it ain't like I'm writing your symphony
Ain't got a ounce of simp in me
I'm ridin through, Tennessee
Do you got what it take?
Take it off (Sexy)
Finish ain't hard it's the goin that gets me
So why don't we make more interaresting?
Platin that dish in the kitchen ain't playin around we ain't leavin that bitch, no
I pour a four in a liter you scolding me you can let go of me then (Let go of me)
I smoke a ounce in a weekend you heated and you can just beat it again (Bye)
Always be crying mistreated again
Takin a guess I'm deleted again right? Right...I'll see you again
I went to the club for a night and the DJ ain't even play one hit
Bitches were fake lit, I don't listen to none of that lame shit
Nah, I need a fashion designer
I need a graphic designer
I need a lawyer, a lesson in ethics, a backup or seven or niner
Get on my pedestal
Jump on my pedestal baby
So incredible, edible, what a feat
Expectations high, ass meet (Niykee Heaton!)
(Can you can you) aim to please
(Can you can you) torture me
(Can you can you) Uh...
(Can you can you) make me beg
(Can you can you) break a leg
(Can you can you) f*ck?