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Can't Take This Video (MV)




Performed By: Robert John
Length: 2:43
Written by: Robert John




Robert John - Can't Take This Lyrics




All by myself in my own home
Nobody cares that i'm all alone
Sitting in my room, picking up my phone
Text message read, leave that alone
I don't really care better own my own
I don't really care better I've been in my zone
They be making plans, i'm trying to postpone
I have no clue where i'm really going
I have no clue but I think i'm falling

Right out of space bitch can you try and relate this
Get high like space ship
Then I feel so low I can't take this
Can't take this
Can't take this
Get high like space ship
Then I feel so low I can't take this

They look at me funny, i'm counting my blessings as well as my money
They asking me questions, they talking that shit then they ask for direction
They hate when i'm flexing, I flaunt when I get it got coverage like pressing
They asking who next, then I tell em' it's me then i'm breaking some necks then

Rawest kid coming from the tri-state
I'm bout as f*cked up as my current mind state
I can see the bigger picture more like as of late
I can see it clearly now that I just got it framed
I've been feeling differently but I don't know what changed
And I've been dealing with some issues that I can't explain
I've been conflicted, battling these demons in my brain
And they've been winning, so it's hard I'm trying to maintain
But you know I keep going, i'm like pony boy bitch, I always stay golden
The one that was chosen, take shots like DeRozan
My wrist drip it's frozen, they cannot control him
Like Kanye had told them, on top of the totem
They hands on my scrotum, charged up like a modem
I feel like i'm floating, You see how i'm rolling
I told y'all I go in, I kill them I mow them
I'm gone

They look at me funny, i'm counting my blessings as well as my money
They asking me questions, they talking that shit then they ask for direction
They hate when i'm flexing, I flaunt when I get it got coverage like pressing
They asking who next, then I tell em' it's me then i'm breaking some necks then
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All by myself in my own home
Nobody cares that i'm all alone
Sitting in my room, picking up my phone
Text message read, leave that alone
I don't really care better own my own
I don't really care better I've been in my zone
They be making plans, i'm trying to postpone
I have no clue where i'm really going
I have no clue but I think i'm falling

Right out of space bitch can you try and relate this
Get high like space ship
Then I feel so low I can't take this
Can't take this
Can't take this
Get high like space ship
Then I feel so low I can't take this

They look at me funny, i'm counting my blessings as well as my money
They asking me questions, they talking that shit then they ask for direction
They hate when i'm flexing, I flaunt when I get it got coverage like pressing
They asking who next, then I tell em' it's me then i'm breaking some necks then

Rawest kid coming from the tri-state
I'm bout as f*cked up as my current mind state
I can see the bigger picture more like as of late
I can see it clearly now that I just got it framed
I've been feeling differently but I don't know what changed
And I've been dealing with some issues that I can't explain
I've been conflicted, battling these demons in my brain
And they've been winning, so it's hard I'm trying to maintain
But you know I keep going, i'm like pony boy bitch, I always stay golden
The one that was chosen, take shots like DeRozan
My wrist drip it's frozen, they cannot control him
Like Kanye had told them, on top of the totem
They hands on my scrotum, charged up like a modem
I feel like i'm floating, You see how i'm rolling
I told y'all I go in, I kill them I mow them
I'm gone

They look at me funny, i'm counting my blessings as well as my money
They asking me questions, they talking that shit then they ask for direction
They hate when i'm flexing, I flaunt when I get it got coverage like pressing
They asking who next, then I tell em' it's me then i'm breaking some necks then
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