Lyrics I Can Tell - Lom Rudy

Trill on the keys
Ill Will made the beat bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Look, I'm sick he treating you basic
Tell him take you to Key West
He trying to take you to Oasis
Trying to take you out the state, tell him take you out the country
Make him stop being cheap, tell that n- he some money
Look, I'm sick he bought you a Birkin
But ain't bought into your business
How he ain't paying your bills, but you let him meet your children?
Keep your hair did
He just fucking, playing with your feelings
He ain't praying for you, pouring into
Your mind and in your spirit, look
Waited till he got you pregnant just to show you that he counterfeit
That he fake
You had his baby, make that lame get your body did
Yeah
Make him ice that tummy tuck
Yeah
Get your confidence back before I come in
And he gonna have to be the runner-up
I can tell he ain't done enough
Let me go and son you up or take you straight
To Wilson, spend a hundred just to sum it up
You ain't seen the sun enough
I just booked a flight
Leave your bags
We gonna shop when we land, fuck the price
You hear me?
I can tell he sold you a dream and you bought it
You bought it
I can tell you ain't know no better, I can't fault you
Baby, I can't fault you
I can tell he ain't taught you nothing
Nothing
He ain't bought you nothing
Nothing
I can tell that his bag ain't that big, he ain't running
Look, I can tell you ain't met a real n- in your life
I can tell that he dearly just by looking at your ice
I can tell by the s- that excites you, I ain't your type
His game ain't this deep
Look, look
I can really change your life
Aye, dripping in designer, got you thinking that he rich
But he staying with his mama, can't afford to ice your kit
Every day it's different drama, how you put up with this s-?
2:00 AM, let's book a room, but can't take you on no trip
Look
I'ma buy you plenty whips, go on trips for your enjoyment
I'm icing different kits, ain't gotta wait for unemployment
Why you entertaining that?
Put that boy on punishment
It was boy, but now I'm trying to eat off publishing
Listen, he a blowed twenty thousand
I can tell that he ain't running s-
It's hundred thousand kits on every n- that I'm running with
Like, who you coming with?
Send their name, we book the flights
We somewhere different tomorrow
We just did this for one night, you hear me?
You can't even tell I had a hundred grams on the table
Then woke up the next morning in a meeting with a label
Can tell how I'm talking that these n- they ain't f- with me
Get them b- done
Don't care if you had two hundred, n-
You can tell
For real
He sold you a dream and you bought it
You bought it
I can tell you ain't know no better, I can't fault you
Baby, I can't fault you
I can tell he ain't taught you nothing
Nothing
He ain't bought you nothing
Nothing
I can tell that his bag ain't that big, he ain't running
Look, I can tell you ain't met a real n- in your life
I can tell that he dearly just by looking at your ice
I can tell by the s- that excites you, I ain't your type
His game ain't this deep, I can really change your life
Look