With a winding, hypnotic beat from Wondagurl and London Cyr, Travis cedes m… Read Full Bio ↴With a winding, hypnotic beat from Wondagurl and London Cyr, Travis cedes most of “CAN’T SAY” to Houston newcomer and recent Cactus Jack signee Don Toliver.

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
Travis Scott Lyrics

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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 (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
Play this ballers offense, I left ol' girl, she callin'
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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Travis Scott Don Toliver's song Can't Say revolves around the themes of love, lust, and danger. The lyrics suggest that the singer is living a reckless and fast-paced lifestyle, indulging in drugs and alcohol while also satisfying his sexual desires. The lyrics don't clearly communicate any profound meaning, yet a combination of the straightforwardness of the lyrics and their ambiguous nature which leaves much to interpretation makes for a fun piece.

The various sexual connotations through the lyrics are also a reflection of the sexualized hip hop culture in general. Some of the lyrics include "sh*t get(s) real," "I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out," and "shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off."

In conclusion, the song is a classic trap song that explicitly depicts the nature of a lifestyle most of the fans of the trap genre find exciting. The clear and concise lyrics coupled with the song's bass-heavy soundtrack and autotuned melodious vocals produce an addictive piece of music.

Line by Line Meaning

No you can't say if I'm mad or not
I don't show emotions, so don't try guessing them

Smoking hella weed, I'm on that alcohol
I'm indulging in drugs and alcohol to numb my feelings

And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
The girl pleases me sexually

I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out
I have multiple women satisfying my sexual desires

What would you do if you heard I got it going on?
If you found out about all my successes, how would you react?

I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip
I had to make a quick exit and put some distance between me and the situation

Gotta watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed
You need to be careful of the police in my area, they're dangerous

I'm out my mind, yeah I'm high above the rim
I'm not in my right state of mind and I feel invincible

You cop it live, boy I got it all on film
I have evidence of all my successes, so don't doubt me

You gotta watch out where you rocking, shit get real
You need to be careful of your surroundings, it can get dangerous

Drink your real, I can't be fake, don't know the feel
I need real alcohol to cope, I can't pretend everything is okay

Gotta take a long drive up the hill
I need to get away from everything and clear my mind

Gang too wavy, move like Navy Seals
My crew is powerful and operates with precision

I'm too wavy, think I need a Lyft
I'm too high, I need a ride

Chicago baby she just wanna drill
A girl from Chicago wants to have sex

The vibes so wavy, it's too hard to kill
The energy is so strong, it's almost invincible

Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left
I'm driving my car and swerving to the left

Pop-pop my trunk
The sound of my car's trunk opening

Dip-dip-dip-dip
I'm making a quick exit from the area

You must be cautious, told the lil' hoes I'm all in
You need to be careful and not mess with my women

Play this ballers offense, I left ol' girl, she callin'
I'm acting like a professional athlete and avoiding commitment

You know I hit in morning, oh yeah she yawning
I had sex with a girl in the morning and she's now tired

I met you in the club, bitch you know this shit mean nothing
I had a one night stand with a girl and it meant nothing to me

Oh then I hit your cousin, mhm, no-no discussion
I had sex with your cousin, let's not talk about it

Sipping on lean, no Robitussin
I'm drinking lean, a type of cough syrup, but not the kind with medicine in it

Oh yeah, I know you love me, I beat it ain't no cuddling
I know you're attracted to me, but I'm not looking for anything serious

You down bad, you suffering
You're in a tough situation 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 girl I'm seeing knows I'm in charge

Get to the cash, no layup
I need to make money quickly, no easy route

Spend a big bag, Rodeo
I'm spending a lot of money, similar to the Rodeo Drive shopping area

Some may ride for the fresh cut
Some people are only loyal to someone who looks good

Hoes come through just to touch us, I'ma tell the truth like Usher
Girls come to see us just to be close to famous people, like Usher

You already know how I bust her, slang my chop from Russia
You know how I have sex with her, and I carry a 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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