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can't play - cool productions lyrics

[verse 1: luke mercurio]
can’t play an instrument i can’t do nothing
i could use my talent to something useful like hunting
but i can’t be bothered with these after*school activities
what even are similies? i’ll end up sweeping chimineys
can’t play your games, i am sick of being someone im not
it makes me so ill i am bleeding out my snot
god d*mn thot
big fat stinking thot
but why am i always tryna pop up all the time
i know that its wrong to say, but your actually kinda fine
my emotions running wild, i’m about to lose my mind
i know that i ain’t speaking to you just cause im kind
why am i still talking to you? i don’t know what i see
next thing you know ill be poppin ecstasy
ill start eating cr*p, and die from obesity
just because i started thinking about you and me

[chorus: arthur french]
b*tch, i can’t play these games son
stop replying to me it will help my mental health son
you lead me on, it’ll be a devestation
can’t play an instrument, but you play me son

[verse 2: aidan train]
you’re a diamond hoe, oreo, suck my toes
all i know, is although, my feelings, gotta go
oh my god, your whole bod, is just uh, you raise my rod
i have run, outta words, for this verse, heres my dog
so im sitting with the boys, we be playing mc
maryland and snack*a*jacks is all i’ve had for tea
my phone goes off, they look at me, we all know who it be
i hold my head in shame, that’s the effect you have on me
[chorus: arthur french]
b*tch i can’t play these games son
stop replying to me it will help my mental health son
you lead me on, it’ll be a devestation
can’t play an instrument, but you play me son

[bridge: arthur french]
i don’t really know who i wanna be
don’t want to look like a clown you see
but im addicted to our talks, that’s the problem b
all i need is somebody to fill my desperate needs (desperate needs)

[verse 3: aidan train]
can’t play an instrument, i need your acknowledgement
am i entertainment? don’t give me encouragement
im sick of being used, im not a piece of toilet roll
i’ll stick you in a rocket, and fire you at a black hole
or even worse, i choke your lungs, with black charcoal
dig a grave, fifty miles, underneath the south pole
if i see you one more time, i might aswell enroll
imma burn your console
force you down a sinkhole
sorry about that guys, got a bit rowdy by the last verse
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