Post Malone - I Cannot Be (A Sadder Song) w. Gunna [Official Lyric Video]

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Official lyric video for “I Cannot Be (A Sadder Song) w. Gunna” by Post Malone.

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►Official “I Cannot Be (A Sadder Song) (with Gunna) ” Lyrics:

How am I free when you hold me so tight?

How can I beam when you blocking my light?

I cannot be, what you want me, what you want me, what you want me to be.

How can I see when you cover my eyes?

And can I just sleep when I’m so fucking tired?

So tell me right now what you want me, what you want me, what you want me to be,

Ooh,

What you wanna do is tell me off, no,

What you wanna do is fuck me up, ooh, What you not gonna do is top me off,

So excuse me for an hour while I love myself,

You told me you’d protect my heart you’d be my goalie, Thinking bout the bullshit that you sold me,

And I know that I ain’t perfect, but you so mean,

We were homies,

You trip me up just to watch me fall,

Smoke another cigarette wash the last one down, So down, down til I’m flat on my face,

You’re the reason why I get so high,

How am I free when you hold me so tight?

How can I beam when you blocking my light?

I cannot be, what you want me, what you want me, what you want me to be.

How can I see when you cover my eyes?

And can I just sleep when I’m so fucking tired?

So tell me right now what you want me, what you want me, what you want me to be,

Got a custom diamond ring

and no he don’t got a wife

got a large amount things I can’t total the price

I -told her I don’t need her she can leave out my life (life) You only get one try but if it’s lit we go twice (twice )

( uhuhhhhh)

Pull up in a hard top it’s a drop top (top)

Told you we’d be multimillionaires why lie (lie)

She know I do not care for no pressin my mind

The federal skeleton on my wrist say prime-time(time) How couldn’t you just let me be me

You starting to be measly (measly)

I couldn’t even find out cause you leaving me (me) You can tell I’m pure you can feel my energy (energy) Really rich we ain’t living free

Got to keep it solid

And we all agree

How am I free when you hold me so tight?

How can I beam when you blocking my light?

I cannot be, what you want me, what you want me, what you want me to be.

How can I see when you cover my eyes?

And can I just sleep when I’m so fucking tired?

So tell me right now what you want me, what you want me, what you want me to be,

Take your bitch,

Give her back, insane, Sent her packing,

She was acting, crazy,

Going bat shit,

In the backseat, range, She was classy,

Now she nasty, hey,

I’m a bachelor,

I’m a bastard, hey, Don’t believe me, You can ask her, hey,

Going bat shit,

In the backseat, range, She was classy,

Now she nasty, hey,

Bring that ass,

Meet me back stage, A million racks,

I need it cash, cake,

Yeah we both got a car but it’s different, Yeah we both got a house but it’s different, Yeah we both got teeth but it’s different,

I wanna see something in a short skirt please, I wanna see something in a shirt skort please,

Treat my top like my ex I’ma, Cut it off completely,

Treat my top like my ex I’ma, Cut it off completely,

Take your bitch,

Give her back, insane, Sent her packing,

She was acting, crazy,

Going bat shit,

In the backseat, range, She was classy,

Now she nasty, hey,

I’m a bachelor,

I’m a bastard, hey, Don’t believe me, You can ask her, hey,

Going bat shit,

In the backseat, range, She was classy,

Now she nasty, hey,

Second verse, Second verse yay, Second verse, Second verse, again,

Put her on game,

This is not the same though, This is a Mulsanne, Diamonds make a rainbow,

Keep my glocky tucked like a baby in a manger,

When your girl around me she treat you like a stranger, I got 20-30 strippers in the sprinter van,

It’s a little cramped to try to teach me how to dance,

Oh,

And you talking that shit but, You ain’t gonna do shit ooh,

I ain’t even gotta get up,

Ain’t nobody scared of you, ooh,

Take your bitch,

Give her back, insane, Sent her packing,

She was acting, crazy,

Going bat shit,

In the backseat, range, She was classy,

Now she nasty, hey,

I’m a bachelor,

I’m a bastard, hey, Don’t believe me, You can ask her, hey,

Going bat shit,

In the backseat, range, She was classy,

Now she nasty, hey,

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