| Oh, oh, ayy
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| Oh, oh, ayy
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| Oh, oh, ayy
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| Oh, oh, ayy
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| Ayy
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| Oh, oh
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| Tell me why you don’t love me
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| Why you always misjudge me?
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| Why you always put so many things above me?
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| Why you lead me to believe that I’m ugly?
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| Why you never trust me?
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| Why you treat me like I don’t matter?
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| Why you always kicking my ladder?
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| Why you never hearing my side to the story?
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| Never look me in my eyes, say sorry?
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| Why you can’t recognize my stride?
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| Always gotta minimize my pride
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| Always gon' criticize my moods
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| I can’t make one mistake, it’s no room
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| Feelin' like I gotta leave real soon
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| I’ma say, «Namaste,» and just bloom
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| But for now, let you run away from the truths
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| Since you can do anything you want to, anyway, uh
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| Know some things I ain’t supposed to know
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| It’s way deeper than just bein' emotional
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| Some things you just couldn’t keep on the low
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| Now I’m free, by the truth, I can’t be controlled, no more
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| Nothin' like I used to be back before
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| Know it must hurt for you to see me evolve
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| Why you gotta kick me down on all fours?
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| Why you can’t stand to see me stand tall?
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| Tell me why we got a war?
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| Why we gotta fight? |
| Why we always gotta spar for?
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| Why the cops always gotta get called?
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| Why you always tryna see me in trouble with the law?
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| I guess some things will never change
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| Locked in the cycle, tryna break the chains
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| Handcuffs so tight, nearly slit my veins
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| This what tough love feels like, feel my pain, uh
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| Tell me why you don’t love me
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| Why you always misjudge me?
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| Why you always put so many things above me?
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| Why you lead me to believe that I’m ugly?
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| Why you never trust me?
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| Why you treat me like I don’t matter?
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| Why you always kicking my ladder?
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| Why you never hearing my side to the story?
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| Never look me in my eyes, say sorry?
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| Because Amerikkka don’t love me
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| Whole country turned on me
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| It’s no love in the city for the homie
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| Just a gang of police, praying they don’t ever catch it on me
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| 'Cause Amerikkka don’t love me
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| Whole country turned on me
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| It’s no love in the city for the homie
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| Just a gang of police,
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| praying they don’t ever catch it on me
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| Because Amerikkka don’t love me
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| Whole country turned on me
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| It’s no love in the city for the homie
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| Just a gang of police, praying they don’t ever catch it on me
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| 'Cause Amerikkka don’t love me
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| Whole country turned on me
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| It’s no love in the city for the homie
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| Just a gang of police, praying they don’t ever catch it on me
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| Okay, okay you red, white and blue
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| Now you no good Miss America
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| How you like this shit, huh? |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Y U DON'T LOVE ME? (MISS AMERIKKKA), artist - Joey Bada$$. Album song ALL-AMERIKKKAN BADA$$, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп