Matt Muse - Turn Me Up (Remastered) lyrics

[Produced by Rob Major] [Hook] Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, turn me... Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, turn me... Cause they don't hear me, they don't hear me They don't hear me though, they don't hear me They don't hear me, they don't hear me no [Verse 1] I was shackled in my thoughts as I wrote this song We ain't made it yet, damn I think my focus wrong Should I go against the traffic like the bike lane? Or go with the flow and do the same thing As these other lames? Oh hell to the no, I'm not down I wanna do shows in yo' town I wanna hit flows in Motown, and go rounds Not slow down I go pound fo' pound You see light like four pounds You knocked out cause we rocked out We on the boards, y'all box out They're shaking dreads cause they rockin' out Like when rock comes on and you hop and shout Oh, now you get what I'm talking 'bout? You called 'em thugs, n***a shut yo' mouth Y'all quick to judge, but I can't blame We love the music cause it numb the pain When 10 year olds tryina' gang bang And every summer its the same thing, but... [Hook] They don't hear me, they don't hear me They don't hear me though, they don't hear me They don't hear me, they don't hear me uh [Verse 2] I said summers coming fast and I ain't tryina' see it Cause them bullets playing tag and I ain't tryina' be it Sister and a brother, pops and moms too If they get hit, then what the f** am I gon' do? Huh?! Nightmares of a Chicagoan, blowing in this Chicago wind Tornadoes come you gotta spin Weather the storm or meet your end f** Vegas, we the city of sin No slot machines but we tryina' win Rest in peace Hadiya Pendleton [Hook] [Verse 3] But still Its full throttle like a Hemi bro I'm the perfect fit for this So you won't have to hem me bro No one after, tryina' do it like it ain't been did before They actors I want me a Grammy they deserve an Emmy though Clap it up, clap it up, clap it up The award for the best wanna-be fake goes to...goes to Uh it goes to you...and you to Steady spewin' that foo You know its true But they ain't concerned with you This country worried 'bout another But shiiit, the only Donald that we acknowledge is Glover I'm tryina' get to his level Earn Paper Boi and make hits level Brick sitting on the gas pedal Yea ain't no stopping this rebel "Matthew gon' choke" yea I hear what they be talkin' But you can't get cold feet when you the coldest n***a walkin' [Outro] But they don't hear me, they don't hear me They don't hear me though, they don't hear me They don't hear me, they don't hear me no Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up. turn me... Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up