"I Can't Tell" lyrics
1K Phew, indie tribe, DJ Mykael V, nobigdyl., Jon Keith & Mogli the Iceburg Lyrics
(Dorthy?)
Take 'em to school like Mister Feeny
Teach about God, I don't trust no genie
Every day, I tell God to clean me
I don't wanna catch no heebie-jeebies
At this point
If you still snoozin' (I can't tell)
I might as well give you another reminder (Hold up, let's go)
1-K Phew (Let's go, let's go)
Hoppin' up out that bed
I turn it on (Turn it, turn it)
Soon as I wake and pray
I tell that cap to be gone (Wake and pray)
Feelin' so good in church
It's been too long (Way too long)
Devil, don't come back
I know what you on (What you on)
We got victory (We winnin')
Tryna make sure I don't take no L (L)
They more rich than me (They more rich)
But I can't tell (I won't tell)
Holy blick with me (Holy blick)
Bring that Word like I'm in jail (Yeah)
Demons blitzin' me (Blitzin' me)
Well, I can't tell (I can't, woah)
Ralph Lauren PELO (What you doin'?)
I'm comin' in with big horses (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I'm stompin' on the devil
Like Kirk Franklin in all black Forces (Hold up, yeah)
And I'm covered in the blood
That mean the King gave me an endorsement (And I'm covered in the blood)
And I got that key from Romans 3
Let me cite my sources (Let me cite my sources)
Take 'em to school like Mister Feeny
Teach about God, I don't trust no genie
Every day, I tell God to clean me
I don't wanna catch no heebie-jeebies (Heebie-jeebies)
Might as well just watch me
Though it ain't nothin' on TV (Ain't nothing)
I been living His Word
Now the Word on the street, just like graffiti
Word on the street is that holiness back (It's back)
They wanted my soul, they offered in cash (They did)
He bought it in blood, He ain't givin' it back
I'm up in the sky whenever it crack (Look)
I got that oil on me, in fact ([?])
A fire from bush, and I don't mean Iraq (Iraq)
This a new era, I don't mean I cap (I cap?)
Sword of the Spirit, I don't need a strap (Facts), facts
Hoppin' up out that bed
I turn it on (Turn it, hello?)
Soon as I wake and pray
I tell that cap to be gone (Wake and pray)
Feelin' so good in church
It's been too long (Way too long)
Devil, don't come back
I know what you on (What you on)
We got victory (We winnin')
Tryna make sure I don't take no L (L)
They more rich than me (They more rich)
But I can't tell (I won't tell)
Holy blick with me (Holy blick)
Bring that Word like I'm in jail (Yeah)
Demons blitzin' me (Blitzin' me)
Well, I can't tell (Let's go)
Gotta wait your turn at the table
Hold your horses (Yeehaw)
I'ma go last supper (I'ma go last what?)
I'ma go full-course, mm (Hip-hop)
And when we step
It gotta be big, it gotta be Norbit (It gotta be Norbit)
Well, how am I ugly?
I'm lookin' like God, I gotta be gorgeous (Ayo)
Everything I say is no beanie
Real black sheep in a Lamborghini (Skrrt!)
Pull up to the church, I go John Cena
All black tints, you cannot see me (Cannot see me)
I got that Bible in my trunk
Throw it in the street like bootleg CDs (Put it on the floor)
Come on (Yeah)
Yeah, the word on the street just like graffiti (Yeah)
And my road is high, but no G-D (Okay)
And I've been trippin' since "CECE", wait
I've been trippin' since T-C, wait
Overtime like I need me a race (A race)
Got hands on me like it's TSA (TSA)
I'ma wait on Him like it's GTA (Yeah)
And He comin' back, it might be today
Man, hold on, lemme just—
1K tribe on the move
Crazy?
Take 'em to school like Mister Feeny
Teach about God, I don't trust no genie
Every day, I tell God to clean me
I don't wanna catch no heebie-jeebies
At this point
If you still snoozin' (I can't tell)
I might as well give you another reminder (Hold up, let's go)
1-K Phew (Let's go, let's go)
Hoppin' up out that bed
I turn it on (Turn it, turn it)
Soon as I wake and pray
I tell that cap to be gone (Wake and pray)
Feelin' so good in church
It's been too long (Way too long)
Devil, don't come back
I know what you on (What you on)
We got victory (We winnin')
Tryna make sure I don't take no L (L)
They more rich than me (They more rich)
But I can't tell (I won't tell)
Holy blick with me (Holy blick)
Bring that Word like I'm in jail (Yeah)
Demons blitzin' me (Blitzin' me)
Well, I can't tell (I can't, woah)
Ralph Lauren PELO (What you doin'?)
I'm comin' in with big horses (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I'm stompin' on the devil
Like Kirk Franklin in all black Forces (Hold up, yeah)
And I'm covered in the blood
That mean the King gave me an endorsement (And I'm covered in the blood)
And I got that key from Romans 3
Let me cite my sources (Let me cite my sources)
Take 'em to school like Mister Feeny
Teach about God, I don't trust no genie
Every day, I tell God to clean me
I don't wanna catch no heebie-jeebies (Heebie-jeebies)
Might as well just watch me
Though it ain't nothin' on TV (Ain't nothing)
I been living His Word
Now the Word on the street, just like graffiti
Word on the street is that holiness back (It's back)
They wanted my soul, they offered in cash (They did)
He bought it in blood, He ain't givin' it back
I'm up in the sky whenever it crack (Look)
I got that oil on me, in fact ([?])
A fire from bush, and I don't mean Iraq (Iraq)
This a new era, I don't mean I cap (I cap?)
Sword of the Spirit, I don't need a strap (Facts), facts
Hoppin' up out that bed
I turn it on (Turn it, hello?)
Soon as I wake and pray
I tell that cap to be gone (Wake and pray)
Feelin' so good in church
It's been too long (Way too long)
Devil, don't come back
I know what you on (What you on)
We got victory (We winnin')
Tryna make sure I don't take no L (L)
They more rich than me (They more rich)
But I can't tell (I won't tell)
Holy blick with me (Holy blick)
Bring that Word like I'm in jail (Yeah)
Demons blitzin' me (Blitzin' me)
Well, I can't tell (Let's go)
Gotta wait your turn at the table
Hold your horses (Yeehaw)
I'ma go last supper (I'ma go last what?)
I'ma go full-course, mm (Hip-hop)
And when we step
It gotta be big, it gotta be Norbit (It gotta be Norbit)
Well, how am I ugly?
I'm lookin' like God, I gotta be gorgeous (Ayo)
Everything I say is no beanie
Real black sheep in a Lamborghini (Skrrt!)
Pull up to the church, I go John Cena
All black tints, you cannot see me (Cannot see me)
I got that Bible in my trunk
Throw it in the street like bootleg CDs (Put it on the floor)
Come on (Yeah)
Yeah, the word on the street just like graffiti (Yeah)
And my road is high, but no G-D (Okay)
And I've been trippin' since "CECE", wait
I've been trippin' since T-C, wait
Overtime like I need me a race (A race)
Got hands on me like it's TSA (TSA)
I'ma wait on Him like it's GTA (Yeah)
And He comin' back, it might be today
Man, hold on, lemme just—
1K tribe on the move
Crazy?
Writer(s): Glenn Gordon, Dylan Phillips, Emmanuel Lofton, Mykael Velez, Orlando Wilder, Jon Keith
