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letra de turn me up - matt muse

[intro: matt muse]
never stop….all:ways sh-t

[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]
listening to drake like ‘d-mn i wish 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’m tryina do shows in yo’ town
i wanna hit flows in motown, and go rounds
not slow down
i go pound ah 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 about
oh, now you get what i’m talking about?
you called ’em thugs, n-gga shut yo’ mouth
y’all quick to judge, quick to blame
we love the music cause it numb the pain
every corner they 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
i got a little 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]
uh 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
baby flow, boo hoo…ha peekaboo
yea i hope i scared some sh-t into your diaper
spenzo got newlyweds singing ‘i could never wife her’
i’m tryina’ get to his level
and on chance and vic 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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