Drake – Can't Have Everything Lyrics

Can't Have Everything

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"Can't Have Everything." - Drake

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 08:34 pm

Album: More Life

Track No: 17

Yeah
Ah man, fresh up out the sand, February tan
It's the boy, but I'm still the man, come and get your mans
I don't know, first you caught the hands, then you took the stand
It's a joke, but you say you real, I don't understand
On the yacht, me and all the dawgs acting like some dogs
We evolved, used to think vacation meant Niagara Falls
Swear to God, shout to Buffalo, never ducking low
I don't stop, man, I'm stuck on go, always hug the road
Fuck a opp, make his body roll, yeah, a lot of those
Started out doing college shows, Calipari flow
Then I popped like you never seen, we with everything
I went off in the '16, give me '17
Want a lot, can't have everything, can't have everything
Want a lot, can't have everything, but I want everything
Bad attitude, telling who to calm down?
Tryna cool it all down
Who's calling my name? Who's involved now?
Tell me who I gotta down, I'll do a song now, man
Even though there's way less to prove to y'all now, man
Everything that went around's coming back around
Y'all better hit the ground, goddamn
Beef forever unfinished, yeah, it's all open-ended
Had me off for a minute, had you all since beginning
Damn, I must be coaching 'cause I'm not playing with 'em
Can you not see the difference?
I mean, I keep the fucking lights on in the building, man
My record deal should be five hundred million, goddamn
Can't have everything, can't have everything
Want a lot, can't have everything, but I want everything
Finally got my mind in a free state
**** tried to serve me up a cheesesteak, I gave 'em back a clean plate
Same **** preeing 'cause they hate to see the team straight
Same **** beaking, always ducking my release dates
That's when the phone starts ringing like, "Are we straight?"
Two-faced **** back around with the three-face, damn
Ol' triple-double-Russ face, watch with the bust face
Never met the plug, but I rap about the plug face
Never met myself, I don't remember who I was face
Y'all fucking hilarious
Y'all really think y'all **** teaming up is scaring us
Y'all **** is arrogant, y'all sleep at the Sheraton
All that shit embarrassing
Tell your big homie I'm all for going there again
He ain't even die, and I ball with his inheritance
All that's in my account at the Bank of America
All that Drake hysteria
6 Side, East Side, all that for my area

Writer(s): J. Singh, Aubrey Drake Graham & Steven Jospeh Samson.

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