Can't Believe It Songtext

Kid Cudi

von Entergalactic

Can't Believe It Songtext
La-la-la (Yeah)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la (It is like a vine of two words, yeah, that shit hard)
La-la-la
La-la-la (It's time for that though)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la (Yeah, yeah, nigga)
Uh-uh, yeah
Yeah, uh-uh

Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby
Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', bitch get off me (Bitch get off me)
Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby
Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', bitch get off me (Bitch get off me)
Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby
Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', bitch get off me (Bitch get off me)
Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby
Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', yeah

Gettin' lost in the rhythm of the fuckin' flight
When the city lights shine and the mood is right
When you sippin', ain't no trippin' on the move tonight
Bring out the whole team, I'm one less soldier again, it's worth it (Yeah)
I admit, in the zone, Mr. Rager, mane
See him in the streets, I'm takin' off, make him understand
In my world of view, swerve, never lookin' back
42, I do, okay I knew you couldn't know me, Jack
And it's on, make it bang, come and get it
And I've been balling to the chain, rosey-goldy, homie, learn the name
Lookin' through the soul, if you didn't know know, learn the facts
Now it's super cold to see a show with a broken neck
Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby
Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', bitch get off me (Bitch get off me)
Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby
Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', bitch get off me (Bitch get off me)
Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby
Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', bitch get off me (Bitch get off me)
Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby (Yeah)
Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', yeah

Uh, 2 Chainz, it ain't a stain on 'em (Alright)
DEA had tried to put the blame on him
My young niggas tote .30s, ain't no aim on it (Yeah)
And this a Cullinan, bitch, this not a Range Rover, yeah (Yeah)
What's the difference? 'Bout three-hundred racks (Three-hundred)
I am so cold, it look like free on a tax
Had the bando with the peas in the back
But the hard part about it, we was evilly matchin', yeah
I been coastin' since a Motorola (Hello)
Chicken told her I sell more than El Pollo Loco
Emotions up and down like a rollercoaster
I put her sexy ass on the pole, like wanted posters, yeah

Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby
Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', bitch get off me (Bitch get off me)
Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby (Alright)
Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', bitch get off me (Bitch get off me)
(And I'm coastin', bitch, I'm poppin')
Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby (Uh, can't believe it)
Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', bitch get off me (Bitch get off me)
(Toni pop it)
Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby
Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', yeah (Alright, uh)