Can't get that
Boom Bap Rap, rock hook
Can't get that
Boom Bap Rap, rock hook
Lyrics
Verse 1
Wanted a house with a rooftop bar,
got four walls and a dead goldfish jar.
Dream job’s gone, Jenny fucked the boss,
I’m still broke — guess who lost.
Next job posted, yeah, I applied,
HR ghosted, faster than my ex-wife lied.
Neighbor's sexy, thought “this is fate,”
she waved…
...at the guy with the Audi gate.
Texted “hi,” she left me seen,
three days later she’s on my screen.
Thought I scored, she called me “Matt,”
wrong damn guy, - imagine that.
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Pre-Hook
Every win's a myth I chase,
always second, never placed.
Every time I get too near,
life goes:
-"nope my friend, not here."
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Hook
Can't get that.
Can't get that.
Can't get shit.
Every door slams
bit by bit.
Can't get that.
Can't get that.
Not my track.
Everything I touch
cracks right back.
Can't get that shit...
Can't get that.
---
Verse 2
Ordered fries — they gave me none,
bought three beers — instead of a gun.
Signed up for therapy, found my god,
turns out my “inner peace” is still in shock.
Called my mom, asked for hope,
she said, “Son, just buy a rope.”
Asked for feedback, they said “unique,”
Means translated: “you're a piece of shit.”
Booked first class to escape my mess,
plane delayed, welcome to stress.
Therapist said: “Accept your flaws,”
sent the bill — now I want hers.
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Pre-Hook
Every win's a myth I chase,
always second, never placed.
Every time I get too near,
life goes:
- "nope my friend, not here."
---
Hook
Can't get that.
Can't get that.
Can't get shit.
Every door slams
bit by bit.
Can't get that.
Can't get that.
Not my track.
Everything I touch
cracks right back.
Can't get that shit...
Can't get that.
---
Verse 3
Thought I’d lose weight, drank “kale and lime,”
stomach said nope — hospital time.
Tried a cleanse to “detox my soul,”
ended up shitting out self-control.
Asked the universe for a sign,
it sent me a car crash — guess stars align.
Quit my old job to “follow my dreams,”
now I sell socks on dead livestreams.
Tried affirmations, whispered each line,
my mirror replied: “Yeah, nice try, Einstein.”
Bought a candle to fix my badass vibe,
burned my fingers — so fuckin zen, I could die.
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Bridge
All the things I can’t hold,
all the lies I’ve been told.
Every card, every bet,
stacked against me —
can't get that.
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Final Hook
Can't get that.
Can't get that.
Can't get shit.
Every door slams
bit by bit.
Can't get that.
Can't get that.
Not my track.
Everything I touch
cracks right back.
Can't get that.
Can't get that.
Can't get shit.
Every door slams
bit by bit.
Can't get that.
Can't get that.
Not my track.
Everything I touch
cracks right back.
Can't get that shit...
Can't get that.