Can't Hear You - BVA

Maybe it’s because I’m focused

Other people used to think I’m hopeless

Now, bitches got me feeling dry about their soak-bit

Maybe it’s because I want to poke it then hit the road

Kid, I can’t let you win, the door isn’t open

I refused to be pulled under

I used to fall dick over tit when I was younger, fell victim to the hunger

Now, I’m a new man, that doesn’t give a fuck if you believe me

So you can Wonder just like Stevie

Cause the world’s bigger than a slim figure, dick licker

Man, the dream’s thicker, feel free to join me if you get the picture

Cause I just wanna have fun and burn zoogies, join the gang for the night and

get a hoodie

See people that know me will tell you I’m a nice guy, but I heard they finished

last so now I’m tryna keep a tight mind

If you don’t see me, trust me, I ain’t disappearing

I’m just persevering because (I can’t hear you!)

Yo, the phone’s goin' off again, ain’t writin' raps like I’ve lost my pen

Got a million numbers, not a lot of friends

And ex-women tryin' to get themself into the heads of men

I silence the call cause (I can’t hear you!)

And I give a thanks for the criticism, the people that told the truth that

didn’t think I’d listen, well the truth is I didn’t

Just over time it was released like a man in prison

Just had a face that said (I can’t hear you!)

Learn to grow like an adolescent

Learn to fight when at times you wish you had a weapon

Learn to get straight back up when you lose your steppin'

Learn to ignore ignorant perceptions and say

(I can’t hear you!)

But that’s all very well, I’ll keep fightin' battles whilst my head’s caught in

spells

Followin' heards of cattle, tryna break free and excel

My cage get’s rattled by some sounds being jailed so

(I can’t hear you!)

And I heard a few whispers in the background

But where I’m at, I don’t watch my back in smack town

Say it to my face if you think I’m really whack now

Nah, didn’t think so, you’re just chatting cause you’re that proud,

but (I can’t hear you!)

I meditate with my eyes closed, smoking weed that packs a nice stone

Call an emcee out, then visit cause his wife’s home

In the right zone, don’t care for the hate

The statement I’ll make is, I can’t hear you (I can’t hear you!)