Letra de Can It Be
Love me gently to the darkness
Can it be, can it be
Can it be, can it be
Can it be, can it be
Can it be, can it be
True love again?
Yeah
Can it be? (Can it be?), I’m lookin' back at the past me
Thinkin', "What the fuck happened?," happiness was a fallacy
Practically trapped in a pattern of saddened apathy
Sat in the back of the class, just tryna get away from normality (Uh-huh)
Askin' questions but nobody is answering
So I answered them myself, got my self-esteem shattering
Couple that with the fact I was gaslit and dragged
By my motherfuckin' Dad every othеr fuckin' Saturday (Yeah)
Any friend I had endеd up backstabbin' me
So I became acclimatized to every time it happened to me
I was comfortably uncomfortable with the tragedy (Huh)
I stayed where I was and where I felt that I had to be
And it damaged me so badly, kinda fucked my reality
I was so far gone, nothin' ever really mattered to me (Yeah)
'Til I took that shit and flipped it and it actually
Began to start workin' in my favor, now here we are
A brand new me
The true test of a man is how he takes defeat
When he sits there in his sadness when the day is complete
Either continue with resentment and you stay that weak
Or maybe realize you're not everything you claim to be (Can it be?)
The true test of a man is how he takes defeat
When he sits there in his sadness when the day is complete
Either continue with resentment and you stay that weak
Or you gon' show them motherfuckers what they came to see (Oh-oh-oh)
Only a cosign if I do it for free
Otherwise, don't mean I approve what you speak
Dollar signs in it, then intuitively
I'ma go into the stu then spew it, then leave
Makes a lot of sense, you ruin a beat
Destroy it, they try to look through the debris
For some bullshit to speak, you not truant as me
But I school you regardless, you due for the week
Envision the future, me and Aaron
Load the clip in the Ruger, it's apparent
We the lyrical fugitives, an arrand
Just to hit and abuse ya like a parent
I'm lucky my dad was hands off
Guess it's better than hands on
Go swing at me, take a handsaw
And cut my legs, I'll dance on!
R-W-I, Y-E-O, any other guy on the mic, he knows
He does us wrong, he's a likely foe
You really don't want it, you might be toast
Out of all the verses I have wrote
And all the songs that I compose
Never once have I been low
So make sure doors are tightly closed
You right, me and Cusa the Partners In Crime
But see, Aaron and I are like Bonnie and Clyde
It's so crooked the way you get robbed of your pride
But no body in sight that the cops gonna find
Self-worth, I can write the deposit
When it's needed, I'll make a withdrawal
So much drip you can liken to faucets
When I'm leakin', turn your drive to a stall
What happens when you pull a mic in a fight?
You go back on the pad, then it might end in draw
Won't win fucker, more feisty than all
Want beef? Then you shouldn't be surprised when it's raw
Petty shit escalates, might get a call
When you were just chillin' with your wife in the mall
Pretty risky when a life is involved
Fuckin' with the wrong one then you likely to fall
The true test of a man is how he takes defeat
When he sits there in his sadness when the day is complete
Either continue with resentment and you stay that weak
Or maybe realize you're not everything you claim to be (Can it be?)
The true test of a man is how he takes defeat
When he sits there in his sadness when the day is complete
Either continue with resentment and you stay that weak
Or you gon' show them motherfuckers what they came to see (Oh-oh-oh)
Can it be?
Yeah
Can it be? (Can it be?), I’m lookin' back at the past me
Thinkin', "What the fuck happened?," happiness was a fallacy
Practically trapped in a pattern of saddened apathy
Sat in the back of the class, just tryna get away from normality (Uh-huh)
Askin' questions but nobody is answering
So I answered them myself, got my self-esteem shattering
Couple that with the fact I was gaslit and dragged
By my motherfuckin' Dad every othеr fuckin' Saturday (Yeah)
Any friend I had endеd up backstabbin' me
So I became acclimatized to every time it happened to me
I was comfortably uncomfortable with the tragedy (Huh)
I stayed where I was and where I felt that I had to be
And it damaged me so badly, kinda fucked my reality
I was so far gone, nothin' ever really mattered to me (Yeah)
'Til I took that shit and flipped it and it actually
Began to start workin' in my favor, now here we are
A brand new me
The true test of a man is how he takes defeat
When he sits there in his sadness when the day is complete
Either continue with resentment and you stay that weak
Or maybe realize you're not everything you claim to be (Can it be?)
The true test of a man is how he takes defeat
When he sits there in his sadness when the day is complete
Either continue with resentment and you stay that weak
Or you gon' show them motherfuckers what they came to see (Oh-oh-oh)
Only a cosign if I do it for free
Otherwise, don't mean I approve what you speak
Dollar signs in it, then intuitively
I'ma go into the stu then spew it, then leave
Makes a lot of sense, you ruin a beat
Destroy it, they try to look through the debris
For some bullshit to speak, you not truant as me
But I school you regardless, you due for the week
Envision the future, me and Aaron
Load the clip in the Ruger, it's apparent
We the lyrical fugitives, an arrand
Just to hit and abuse ya like a parent
I'm lucky my dad was hands off
Guess it's better than hands on
Go swing at me, take a handsaw
And cut my legs, I'll dance on!
R-W-I, Y-E-O, any other guy on the mic, he knows
He does us wrong, he's a likely foe
You really don't want it, you might be toast
Out of all the verses I have wrote
And all the songs that I compose
Never once have I been low
So make sure doors are tightly closed
You right, me and Cusa the Partners In Crime
But see, Aaron and I are like Bonnie and Clyde
It's so crooked the way you get robbed of your pride
But no body in sight that the cops gonna find
Self-worth, I can write the deposit
When it's needed, I'll make a withdrawal
So much drip you can liken to faucets
When I'm leakin', turn your drive to a stall
What happens when you pull a mic in a fight?
You go back on the pad, then it might end in draw
Won't win fucker, more feisty than all
Want beef? Then you shouldn't be surprised when it's raw
Petty shit escalates, might get a call
When you were just chillin' with your wife in the mall
Pretty risky when a life is involved
Fuckin' with the wrong one then you likely to fall
The true test of a man is how he takes defeat
When he sits there in his sadness when the day is complete
Either continue with resentment and you stay that weak
Or maybe realize you're not everything you claim to be (Can it be?)
The true test of a man is how he takes defeat
When he sits there in his sadness when the day is complete
Either continue with resentment and you stay that weak
Or you gon' show them motherfuckers what they came to see (Oh-oh-oh)
Can it be?
