Y U DON'T LOVE ME? (MISS AMERIKKKA)歌词
作词 : Jo-Vaughn Virginie/Powers Pleasant/Adam Pallin
Oh, oh, ayy
Oh, oh, ayy
Oh, oh, ayy
Oh, oh, ayy
Ayy
Oh
Tell me why you don't love me
Why you always misjudge me
Why you always
Put so many things above me
Why you lead me to
Believe that I'm ugly
Why you never trust me
Why you treat me like I don't matter
Why you always kicking my ladder
Why you never
Hearing my side to the story
Never look me in my eyes, say sorry
Why you can't recognize my stride
Always gotta minimize my pride
Always gon' criticize my moods
I can't make one mistake, it's no room
Feelin' like I gotta leave real soon
I'ma say, "Namaste," and just bloom
But for now
Let you run away from the truths
Since you can do
Anything you want to, anyway, uh
Know some things
I ain't supposed to know
It's way deeper
Than just bein' emotional
Some things you
Just couldn't keep on the low
Now I'm free, by the truth
I can't be controlled, no more
Nothin' like
I used to be back before
Know it must hurt for you
To see me evolve
Why you gotta kick me down
On all fours
Why you can't stand
To see me stand tall
Tell me why we got a war
Why we gotta fight
Why we always gotta spar for
Why the cops always gotta get called
Why you always tryna
See me in trouble with the law
I guess some things will never change
Locked in the cycle
Tryna break the chains
Handcuffs so tight
Nearly slit my veins
This what tough love feels like
Feel my pain, uh
Tell me why you don't love me
Why you always misjudge me
Why you always
Put so many things above me
Why you lead me
To believe that I'm ugly
Why you never trust me
Why you treat me like I don't matter
Why you always kicking my ladder
Why you never
Hearing my side to the story
Never look me in my eyes, say sorry
Because Amerikkka don't love me
Whole country turned on me
It's no love in the city for the homie
Just a gang of police
Praying they don't ever catch it on me
Lord, Amerikkka don't love me
Whole country turned on me
It's no love in the city for the homie
Just a gang of police
Praying they don't ever catch it on me
Amerikkka don't love me
Whole country turned on me
It's no love in the city for the homie
Just a gang of police
Praying they don't ever catch it on me
Lord, Amerikkka don't love me
Whole city turned on me
No love in the city for the homie
Just a gang of police
Praying they don't ever catch it on me no
Listen
Okay, okay you red, white and blue
Now you no good Miss America
How you like this ****, huh
Oh, oh, ayy
Oh, oh, ayy
Oh, oh, ayy
Oh, oh, ayy
Ayy
Oh
Tell me why you don't love me
Why you always misjudge me
Why you always
Put so many things above me
Why you lead me to
Believe that I'm ugly
Why you never trust me
Why you treat me like I don't matter
Why you always kicking my ladder
Why you never
Hearing my side to the story
Never look me in my eyes, say sorry
Why you can't recognize my stride
Always gotta minimize my pride
Always gon' criticize my moods
I can't make one mistake, it's no room
Feelin' like I gotta leave real soon
I'ma say, "Namaste," and just bloom
But for now
Let you run away from the truths
Since you can do
Anything you want to, anyway, uh
Know some things
I ain't supposed to know
It's way deeper
Than just bein' emotional
Some things you
Just couldn't keep on the low
Now I'm free, by the truth
I can't be controlled, no more
Nothin' like
I used to be back before
Know it must hurt for you
To see me evolve
Why you gotta kick me down
On all fours
Why you can't stand
To see me stand tall
Tell me why we got a war
Why we gotta fight
Why we always gotta spar for
Why the cops always gotta get called
Why you always tryna
See me in trouble with the law
I guess some things will never change
Locked in the cycle
Tryna break the chains
Handcuffs so tight
Nearly slit my veins
This what tough love feels like
Feel my pain, uh
Tell me why you don't love me
Why you always misjudge me
Why you always
Put so many things above me
Why you lead me
To believe that I'm ugly
Why you never trust me
Why you treat me like I don't matter
Why you always kicking my ladder
Why you never
Hearing my side to the story
Never look me in my eyes, say sorry
Because Amerikkka don't love me
Whole country turned on me
It's no love in the city for the homie
Just a gang of police
Praying they don't ever catch it on me
Lord, Amerikkka don't love me
Whole country turned on me
It's no love in the city for the homie
Just a gang of police
Praying they don't ever catch it on me
Amerikkka don't love me
Whole country turned on me
It's no love in the city for the homie
Just a gang of police
Praying they don't ever catch it on me
Lord, Amerikkka don't love me
Whole city turned on me
No love in the city for the homie
Just a gang of police
Praying they don't ever catch it on me no
Listen
Okay, okay you red, white and blue
Now you no good Miss America
How you like this ****, huh
