TCP - Can't Lyrics

No I f*cking can't

Stop spitting
Up all night as the clocks spinning
Switch them lanes cause i've been driven
Been wanting a life that i've been wishing was mine

Eyes on the prize
But that means everything else out of sight
I don't see light
I hate my life
Just another blind guy doing time

I guess thats fine
But it ain't
I numb my soul with weed and drank
Cause no one cares bout what you think
They only see whats in your bank

Well i'm still broke
But still have hope
That one of these days I can reach my goals
To give this world every part of my soul
With the rhymes I wrote
And the time I devote
You know

I don't sleep and thats real (What)
Up making them deal (Hah)
And while your working the grill (Huh)
I'm tryna flip them mills (Whoo)

Tryna pay for meal (Word)
Cause Micky-D's don't fill me
The modern times gone kill me
I'm wondering if i'm still me
I don't know

Heart cold, sometimes I feel like a lost soul
I feel i'm walking down the wrong road
But thats the road that i've worked for
And thats the flow that i've searched for
Put time, put money, sold merch for
Work away every day I hurt for
But you bury my name
Whats the dirt for
(And thats low)

And i'm mad about it
But I wont sit talking shit about it
No I wont quit even when surrounded
Buy friends with guns and bats

Tipping their hats so they don't see crap
They call me next day saying, "Where you at"
So we can all match and smoke this fat
They all just laugh, talking bitter and smack
But those the friends that be holding you back

You might brag thinking thats just wack
Well take a look at the map
And just look what you have
In every other snap
There's a crook just as bad

It's sad to see this monstrosity
And how we feel the need
To gradually crush the dreams
We use to seek
Before this thing
That was made way back
"Technology"

And now, we clown
We get up on the mound
That's it
But we only throwing down
With fists
Cause the hate is how we're bound
To it
So you hop up on my feed
And spit
Some disrespectful things
To get
That feeling your a king
Well shit
Your living in a dream
Admit

Their ain't no way you gone stop me
(No)
Till I get a million copies
(Sold)
When I get my story finally
(Told)
Coming out the cold, and the beast takes form

It's time to unleash these thoughts I think
With the power of all my wrath
And i'm sorry if you want me to quit
Because I f*cking can't

(No I can't, No I can't, No I can't)
(No I can't stop spitting)
(No I can't stop winning)
(No I can't stop spitting)
(No I can't stop winning this shit)