What Can't I k** - I Could Go lyrics

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What Can't I k** - I Could Go lyrics

[Intro: Master Stian and Sir Reebral] [Hook: Master Stian, Stounson, and Sir Reebral] I could go I could go I could, I could go at any moment I could go (go, go, go) (x4) [Verse 1: Master Stian] I could go at any moment I might throw up in the mornin' Got the club going Makonnen Hit my bop when I'm in that zone Yo, your girl she be on me Like there's pheromones on me You ain't wanna scrap You ain't wanna battle So you better back yourself up little homie Bend it over little mamí, or step aside Stian bad for your health like pesticides You a left swipe, if I make out with you I need a wet wipe Going hard 'till the next night Dog I'm tweaking every weekend If you peeping snap chat Casket woodgrain and engraved with some hash tags [Verse 2: Stounson] I could go, I suppose, the Highest knows No man could match my mind or isotopes In any structure, it's always something I'm feeling nothing Never at the function, I half function in public Mind's a subject without a predicate Spoken dope, no injecting it Handling hope as a pessimist Handing you rope not a necklace Stand on my own, commanding the throne Expand or get flown to where heaven is When they reminisce over you, my God [Hook: Master Stian, Stounson, and Sir Reebral] [Verse 3: Master Stian] I could blow at any moment Unpredictable at night Don't know what I'm 'bout to do Don't know who I'm 'bout to fight Lost my sight and my hearin' Now I'm bursting through the ceilin' I just came here to dance Don't give a damn 'bout your feelings [Verse 4: Stounson] At any moment or second Praying hands to the mighty I could go, I could blow What's with the fears that you're fightin' Put a drill in the silence, all I'm hearing is sirens This like a spear from a titan, or spartan Y'all barking, I'm bitin' No one beside him besides his comrades We want that cash Dog, I see my influence Yeah, I want that back Back in the days I cared what you said Now y'all barking up the wrong tree Still the type to spark an arsen To arborvitaes and RV's, what? [Verse 5: Master Stian] If you ain't here to get down Girl, get out my way, go sit down I don't care how much you've been sippin' If them hips ain't dippin', I'm dippin' Master in the spot Turn the spot into a stampede I'm a mastodon Day I die, my kind'll go extinct Y'all bow down until the Master gone [Hook: Master Stian, Stounson, and Sir Reebral]