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matt muse - turn me up (remastered) كلمات الأغنية

[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, d-mn 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 h-ll 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-gga 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-ck 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-ck 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-gga 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

- matt muse

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