Misunderstood (feat. Mike Classic)

Joanlee Feat. Mike Classic - ”Misunderstood"

Written by: Joanlee & Mike Classic

INTRO:

MIKE:

Yea…, ugh, ugh, ugh - ugh gyea.

It's like, it's our life real quick

Ya know what i mean

New York City waddup!

Queens...

JOANLEE:

Yo California waddup…

Long Beach

VERSE1: MIKE

Gyea, ugh, yo!

Queens ****, city **** would die for

That shoot a thug 7 feet and make him 5’4”

Caught in water, feet to stomach if a guy poor

Where outsiders get pushed up right off their high horse, ugh

Got dirt up under my fingernails

Breaking "Dutches" while **** tell me a different tale

Some was born to educate some men are born to kill

To bring that bacon home for mama so she pay the bills,

Yea cause ain't no way around it ****, ugh

We adapt to our surroundings ****, ugh

We're never lost here, we just found a ****

Catch u on that late night & “Jimmy Fal" a ****

HOOK1:

MIKE:

Whether the streets or “9 to 5”

Trust me I gotta get it man I’m tryna survive

JOANLEE:

Ugh, whether the burbs or from the hood

I guess we're all misunderstood,

Yea yea yea yea

MIKE:

Whether the streets or “9 to 5”

Trust me I gotta get it man I’m tryna survive

JOANLEE:

Ugh, whether the burbs or from the hood

I guess we're all misunderstood,

Yea yea yea yea

VERSE2: JOANLEE

Yea…see in "The Beach”, don't get caught off guard,

Where the streets ain't safe to walk, it didn't stop us

Ain't have much but we played our cards

Ducking the cops soon as shit pops off, that's everyday though

Bottom line, I'm out for mine, so mind ya business

Dippin’ down "Anaheim" in my Honda Civic,

You know, chasin' the bread, feelin' underpaid and over stressed

Clockin’ in behind a desk, or hoppin’ the fences

Life has you on a choke hold and you can barely breathe

And too broke for a slice of the American Dream

Where perception is questioned for more than what it seems

And feel neglected but respected to get it by any means

HOOK2:

JOANLEE:

Whether the streets or “9 to 5”

Trust me I gotta get it man I’m tryna survive

MIKE:

Ugh, whether the burbs or from the hood

I guess we're all misunderstood,

Yea yea yea yea

JOANLEE:

Whether the streets or “9 to 5”

Trust me I gotta get it man I’m tryna survive

MIKE:

Ugh, whether the burbs or from the hood

I guess we're all misunderstood,

Yea yea yea yea

VERSE3:

JOANLEE:

Look, a felon friend who's used to making a rack a day,

You cant relate, if he ain't working for minimum wage

MIKE:

My mama crying almost every single day

Only child tryna make her proud it's gon’ be ok

JOANLEE:

With no aide, she pays for the classes on her own

Same ones who laughs, makes the cash rain while she on that pole

MIKE:

On the pole, a story never been told

She's getting touched, fucked by the youngin's even the old

JOANLEE:

From 13 heads in an apartment on the East Side

And first to get a degree to see my mom cry

Been through enough of the struggles, know to get by

Now she ain’t gotta wake up to see her son shine (sunshine)

MIKE:

Friends become strangers, beware the dangers

When you're the one that make it out the minors to majors ugh

Comes with the ages, they're up to no good

G’damn, why the fuck we're so misunderstood…love

HOOK3:

MIKE:

Whether the streets or “9 to 5”

Trust me I gotta get it man I’m tryna survive

JOANLEE:

Ugh, whether the burbs or from the hood

I guess we're all misunderstood,

Yea yea yea yea

MIKE:

Whether the streets or “9 to 5”

Trust me I gotta get it man I’m tryna survive

JOANLEE:

Ugh, whether the burbs or from the hood

I guess we're all misunderstood,

Yea yea yea yea

HOOK4:

JOANLEE:

Whether the streets or “9 to 5”

Trust me I gotta get it man I’m tryna survive

MIKE:

Ugh, whether the burbs or from the hood

I guess we're all misunderstood,

Yea yea yea yea

JOANLEE:

Whether the streets or “9 to 5”

Trust me I gotta get it man I’m tryna survive

MIKE:

Ugh, whether the burbs or from the hood

I guess we're all misunderstood,

Yea yea yea yea