Joey Bada$$ (joey Bada**) - Y U DON'T LOVE ME? (MISS AMERIKKKA) lyrics

[Intro] Oh, oh, ayy Oh, oh, ayy Oh, oh, ayy Oh, oh, ayy Ayy Oh, oh [Chorus] 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? [Verse] 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 [Chorus] 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? [Outro] 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 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 [Outro] Okay, okay you red, white and blue Now you no good Miss America How you like this sh**, huh?