Y U DON'T LOVE ME? (MISS AMERIKKKA) - Joey Bada$$

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 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

'Cause 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

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

'Cause 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

Okay, okay you red, white and blue

Now you no good Miss America

How you like this shit, huh?