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Oh, oh, ayy Oh, oh, ayy Oh, oh, ayy Oh, oh, ayy Ayy Oh, 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 gonna criticize my moods I can't make one mistake, it's no room Feeling like I gotta leave real soon I'mma say "namaste," and just bloom But for now, let you runaway from the truths Since you can do anything you want to, anyway Know some things I ain't supposed to though SongtexteIt's way deeper than just being emotional Some things you just couldn't keep on the low Now I'm freed by the truth, I can't be controlled, no more Nothing like I used to be back before No, 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 It's 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 There's no love in the city for the homie Just a gang of police, praying they don't ever catch it on me 'Cause Amerikkka don't love me Whole country turned on me There'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 There's no love in the city for the homie Just a gang of police, praying they don't ever catch it on me America don't love me Whole city turned on me There's no love in the city for the homie Just a gang of police, praying they don't ever catch it on me Oh lord Okay, Okay you red, white and blue Now you no good Miss America How you like this shit, huh? Aus Songtexte Mania