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Can't Help
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Hip-Hop
Can't Help was released on March 19, 2026 by Uncharted as a part of the album Can't Help - Single
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Release DateMarch 19, 2026
LabelUncharted
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LIFEOFTHOM
LIFEOFTHOM
Performer
Supah Mario
Supah Mario
Performer
Meechy Darko
Meechy Darko
Performer
Michael Fulcar
Michael Fulcar
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Fulcar
Michael Fulcar
Songwriter
Demetri Simms
Demetri Simms
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Supah Mario
Supah Mario
Producer
Erik Pedersen
Erik Pedersen
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

One
The one, yeah
I'm outside lookin' for the hard play
Her mouth wide thinkin' it's a soft drink
I'm gettin' real lit on an off day (Yo, yo)
I can't help at all (It's one, one, uh)
It's a commodity, a deity
A god, but I be easily
A fond of such a power, can I have it like the world?
Or the girl for an hour, may she twirl on a tower
Am I the Roaming Knight, need to save her but I started
To guard off mediocracy
And abolish im modest my downfall
Lately I'm a monster, creepin' right up underneath
Your bed like the rocca
Its buggy when like boca do be sayin' stuff unnecessarily
Like all over I'm under alcohol
And leanin' like I'm on a lust
Creepin', coppin' some promethazine
Was fourteen, not a fuck given
But Im in some stuff linen
I'm livin', still spittin'
A master MC, got this talent out of district
Where it's different, a tuition to a college is expensive
But I skipped it to become what I'm meant
Apparently a superstar
Inherently it's few to come close to the sun
I stay bright, even when they be throwin' shade
Don't matter, see 'em lames
Wanna light, so they partake in the fight so one could say
"I'm on the right side of history", but their ego in the way
Ah!
I'm outside lookin' for the hard play
Her mouth wide thinkin' it's a soft drink
I'm gettin' real lit on an off day
I can't help at all
Uh, mask on my face
Eyes bloodshot red because I'm filled with rage
When the pen hit the page, it "poof", then turn to flames
Bricks are the game
Watch white fly like Timothée Chalamet
I'm such a shallow fellow, love a chakra'd brown queen
Love a mean mellow yellow, a metal through the ghetto
Equipped with heavy metal
Nickel-plated pistol, lead sentimental
Blood flood the rental
He died with his pride, confidential's monumental
Karma gon' get you
Candy flip, I mix acid and molly, so experimental
Dead presidential, blue face on the Rollie bezel
Carve initial on the handle, I am the Black Rambo
Fuck friends, my closest homie is my shadow
Hmm, I never ever tattle
Fuck friends, my closest homie is my shadow
Bitch
I'm outside lookin' for the hard play
My mouth wide thinkin' it's a soft drink
I'm gettin' real lit on an off day
I can't help at all
Written by: Demetri Simms, Michael Fulcar
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