I Can't Tell - Count Bass D

Nobody cares about your birthday week

Abbreviations ain’t sexy when you text me

Another day, another selfie

You say that niggas is thirsty?

I can’t tell

They shoot a shot off your thirst trap

Ugly niggas ain’t for the friend zone

Been assaulted by the salt that they throw

Emotional strength of ten men

Been tested, time and again

I’ve been asked how I let so much shit slide

Aware for much less, many men have died

Front like I forgive, to forget would be a lie

They only follow me to be my ex’s spy

I can’t tell

Proven trendsetter, if you was better, you could get her

Et cetera, et cetera, in the same damn 'Lo sweater

I’ma call one nigga out in particular

And nigga, you know who I’m talkin' about

You know who I’m talkin' about, nigga!

I can’t tell

Low-down Loretta Brown, say your own damn name

Unapologetically manspread and 'splain

Stand up when I piss with no guilt or shame

A leader shares the praise, never the blame

Being well endowed ain’t that much of a big deal

If they taught you about money in school, nobody would take out

A loan to go to college

I don’t always write the first line first

Calculated risk, the definition of trust

It don’t matter which party you roll with

You gotta admit, part of your time, they on some bullshit

You can’t tell I’m not the one to fuck with?

Most consistent with the ill shit

I can’t tell

I can’t tell

God damn!

…'cause you blew up, and the world knows that now