Y U DON'T LOVE ME? (MISS AMERIKKKA)

Oh, oh, ayy
 Oh, oh, ayy
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 Oh, oh, ayy
 Oh, oh, ayy
 Ayy
 Oh, oh
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 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
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 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?