Together, the two trade stories of getting high and pulling women.
Furthering the homage to Houston hip-hop present throughout most of Astroworld, the track includes an interlude sampling Fat Pat’s 1998 verse from “25 Lighters”, a song by DJ DMD that also featured Lil Keke, who Travis also references on “5% TINT”.
CAN'T SAY
Travi$ Scott Lyrics
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Smoking hella weed, I'm on that alcohol
And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it going on?
I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip (I had to)
Gotta watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed (better watch for 12)
I'm out my mind, yeah I'm high above the rim (I'm out my mind)You cop it live, boy I got it all on film
You gotta watch out where you rocking, shit get real
Drink your real, I can't be fake, don't know the feel
Gotta take a long drive up the hill
Gang too wavy, move like Navy Seals
I'm too wavy, think I need a Lyft
Chicago baby she just wanna drill
The vibes so wavy, it's too hard to kill
Gotta watch out where you go 'cause shit get real
Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk
Dip-dip-dip-dip
You can't say if I'm mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I'm on that alcohol
And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it, burned it all?
I let it burn, skrt that mark, I had to dip (I had to)
Better watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed (better watch for 12)
I'm out my mind, yeah I'm high above the rim (I'm out my mind)
You cop it live, boy I got it all on film
You must be cautious, told the lil' hoes I'm all in
You know I hit in the morning, oh yeah, she yawning
I met you in the club, bitch you know this shit mean nothing
Oh then I hit your cousin, mhm, no-no discussion
Sipping on lean, no Robitussin
Oh yeah, I know you love me, I beat it ain't no cuddling
You down bad, you suffering
I don't give a fuck how hard it get
That lil' bitch know I started this
Uh-huh, oh yeah
Get to the cash, no layup
Spend a big bag, Rodeo
Some may ride for the fresh cut
Hoes come through just to touch us, I'ma tell the truth like Usher
You already know how I bust her, slang my chop from Russia
Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk
Dip-dip-dip-dip
Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk
Dip
No you can't say if I'm mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I'm on that alcohol
And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it going on?
I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip
Gotta watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed
I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high above the rim
You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film
The song "CAN'T SAY" by Travi$ Scott talks about the rapper's lifestyle and how he is always high on alcohol and weed. He also brags about his sexual prowess with women and how he keeps multiple ladies in his bed who satisfy him. The chorus of the song repeats the phrase "No you can't say if I'm mad or not," indicating that he doesn't care about what people think of him or his actions. The song's title also reinforces this notion, suggesting that he cannot be judged for his behavior.
The lyrics also touch on the theme of danger, with Travi$ Scott warning to be careful in his town because someone might get killed. This line suggests that he either lives in a rough area or has enemies who could do him harm. Despite this, he still enjoys his high-flying lifestyle and disregards the potential consequences.
Overall, "CAN'T SAY" is a window into the life of a successful and carefree rapper who is indifferent to societal norms and restrictions.
Line by Line Meaning
No you can't say if I'm mad or not
You can't judge my emotions
Smoking hella weed, I'm on that alcohol
I'm under the influence of drugs and alcohol
And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
The girl I'm with is pleasing me orally
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out
I have two women in my bed and they are satisfying me sexually
What would you do if you heard I got it going on?
What will you do if you hear about my success?
I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip (I had to)
I had to leave quickly and made tire marks and noise while doing it
Gotta watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed (better watch for 12)
Be careful about police around the area
I'm out my mind, yeah I'm high above the rim (I'm on my mind)
I'm not in the right frame of mind, under the influence of drugs and alcohol.
You cop it live, boy I got it all on film
I have recorded evidence of my success and lifestyle.
You gotta watch out where you rocking, shit get real
You need to be careful where you go, things can get dangerous
Drink your real, I can’t be fake, don't know the feel
I only consume authentic products, I don't tolerate imitation
Gotta take a long drive up the hill
Sometimes you have to escape and get away to clear your head
Gang too wavy, move like Navy Seals
My group is impenetrable and we operate with precision
I'm too wavy, think I need a Lyft
I'm too high, I need a ride to get to where I'm going
Chicago baby she just wanna drill
A woman from Chicago wants to have sexual intercourse with me
The vibes so wavy, it's too hard to kill
The atmosphere around me is powerful and cannot be stopped
Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk
Dip-dip-dip-dip
I'm driving my car, bouncing to the beat of the music.
You must be cautious, told the lil' hoes I'm all in
I'm completely dedicated to the women I'm with
Play this ballers offense, I left ol' girl, she callin'
I'm playing the role of a successful athlete, and leaving a woman behind who still wants me.
You know I hit in morning, oh yeah she yawning
I had sex with a woman in the morning, and she is now tired.
I met you in the club, bitch you know this shit mean nothing
I met you in the club, but that doesn't mean we have a connection beyond that
Oh then I hit your cousin, mhm, no-no discussion
I had sexual intercourse with your cousin, it's not up for debate
Sipping on lean, no Robitussin
I'm drinking a concoction made of cough syrup, but not the kind found in stores.
Oh yeah, I know you love me, I beat it ain't no cuddling
I know you have feelings for me, but after sex, there's no non-sexual intimacy.
You down bad, you suffering
You're going through a tough time and struggling
I don't give a fuck how hard it get
I don't care how difficult things become
That lil' bitch know I started this
The woman I'm with knows that I am in control of our situation
Get to the cash, no layup
Make money by any means necessary
Spend a big bag, Rodeo
I'm spending a lot of money, like it's a rodeo.
Some may ride for the fresh cut
People will go to great lengths to look fresh and fashionable.
Hoes come through just to touch us, I'ma tell the truth like Usher
Women come to see us just to be near us, I'm being honest about the situation.
You already know how I bust her, slang my chop from Russia
You know how I perform sexually, and I carry my weapon from Russia.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Adam Feeney, Don Toliver, Ebony Oshunrinde, Jacques Webster, London Cyr, Michael Dean, Sonny Uwaezuoke
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