MISUNDERSTOOD Songtext
von Marqus Clae

(Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on to me)
Ayy

I′m screamin', "Fuck ′em, let they mama love 'em"
If I don't know you, I don′t gotta trust you
Shit, even if I know you, niggas be all kinda fucked up
I got my dollars tucked in case I gotta body somethin′
Fuck it, I put my all in these bars and I spit 'em to cause effect
It took some time for me to realize that it′s all finesse

I used to sit in front of the TV 'til it was dark
Watchin′ 106 & Park, pretendin' to be a star
Before I knew that life was a bitch, I had a plot to get rich
I got inspired from watchin′ my mama clockin' for shifts
These niggas do it for a watch on they wrist
Or props from a bitch that don't even got a pot to go piss
I′m a motherfuckin′ soldier, I thought I told you
Four hundred degrees, flamin' like I′m from the Nolia
I can't let ′em fuck me over, I might all-black the Rover
For how they hoed us, they know they owe us


These days, it sounds like lies to me
Heatwaves burn inside of me
Streets laced with high anxiety
Blind eye can see it all, hey
I wish I would give my heart to a bitch and it ain't returned
I wish I would
I roll my problems in the ′Woods, sit back and just let it burn
Misunderstood

I have no fucks to give
I seen the cold shoulder, too many roads to begin
I've heard so many "No"s, I thought I could breathe with my ears

So when I get the chance, I'ma make ′em feel me for years
Young nigga fresh from the sewer, who would′ve knew it?
I traveled many nights in that Buick, tryna pursue this
Brand new pictures of Buddhas and Jesus
I put my thoughts in motion like telekinesis, shit
I ain't had good rest in fourteen days, that′s two weeks

But when you chase dreams, you lose sleep
These loose leafs contribute to tellin' my plight
If the sky′s the limit, nigga, then I am a flight
I am the sun, related to the moon and the night
I am a gun, waitin' for the moment to strike
Motherfuckers thought I would fall by the wayside
But boy, did they lie, since yay high
I knew I would ball like Shanghai


These days, it sounds like lies to me
Heatwaves burn inside of me
Streets laced with high anxiety
Blind eye can see it all, hey
I wish I would give my heart to a bitch and it ain′t returned
I wish I would
I roll my problems in the 'Woods, sit back and just let it burn
Misunderstood

(Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on to me)
Misunderstood