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

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, there's no room

Feeling 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 though

It's way deeper than just being 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

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, what 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

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 to 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

Lord, 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

It's no love in the city for the homie

Just a gang of police, praying they don't ever catch it on me

Lord, Amerikkka don't love me

Whole city turned on me

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?