I Don't Like (feat. Kay Franklin) - Dave East, Cruch Calhoun & Mike & Keys

It's kinda hard to put my finger on What it was in me to make the call To call it off I didn't even Wanna believe it I kinda thought I'd have a little more time I'd right my wrongs and I'd apologise And we'd be fine But I didn't And it isn't And wanna know what really makes this hard? You're just as sweet as everybody says you are And I kinda wanna hate you Kinda wanna be you Kinda wish I never had to meet you in this bar 'Cause now I see what he sees You're everything I can't be I can't pretend I'm over him And seeing you ain't hard I kinda hope it works out for you both But then again I kinda don't I kinda hate that I love those shoes And how that lipstick is the perfect shade on you It gets to me That I wanna buy you another drink But every time his name rolls off your lips It reminds me you're the reason mine will never be on his And I kinda wanna hate you Kinda wanna be you Kinda wish I never had to meet you in this bar 'Cause now I see what he sees You're everything I can't be I can't pretend I'm over him And seeing you ain't hard I kinda hope it works out for you both But then again I kinda don't I was happier just putting the blame on you Now you've gone and took that from me too And I kinda wanna hate you Kinda wanna be you Kinda wish I never had to walk in to this bar 'Cause now I see what he sees You're everything I can't be I can't pretend I'm over him And seeing you ain't hard I kinda hope it works out for you both I kinda hope I find the strength to let him go But then again I kinda don't I kinda don't I kinda don't

Well forgive me from my sins, and protect me from my friends I can't handle all my enemies, huh Made it all the way to Italy, still sipping that Hennessy My rap she had customs looking at me like I'm finna flee Timber is a chat, it ain't nothing less than that Soon as we clear yeah, I'll be there and we can discuss what's on the back (run it) It's funny they went missing when I was struggling on my back I know they hoping I'll relax, but I ain't going out like that 'Cuz they'll scoop me out the back, a couple orders in the back Behind back, in that track oh Muhammed Ali before freeze yeah, I gave him that talk I been a role model, now my lyrics on catwalks, break flight, get 'em slapped off Them pages in the passport get stamped like a brick now Came from house parties lights on, we can't get kicked out like Bumped the wrong nigga in town and turned this situation childish This ain't staying private but you gon' get laid before you get down Jumping in that water, I hope these boys know how to swim now Knew this shit was rigged the first time I saw the biggest fish drown Rocking with no action, I leave the baddest to this pissed town This motion got me pissed feel like I'm standing with my dick out Shout out my hood, 'cuz they still love me, its reciprocated Shout out my lawyer, I'm just glad we got that situated And shout out me, haha, yeah Shout out myself nigga, word Fucking thug Shout out me Shout out myself Yeah, shout out me Shout out, shout outs to me Uh, uh From the dirt (shout myself out) No really, from the dirt (uh) Shout out to Janice, shouts to David, shout to Bully, shout to Aiden That's who bred me, that's who helped me, that's who fronted on that hazy Shout to Patrick, shout to Wilson, shout out Frank and that, shout out Taiene Shout out Wagma, that's the payment Shout out AK, shout out karma Rest in peace Troy the barber Shout out Lex, nineteen-ninety Rest in peace but ain't no father Shouts to Jeb, shout to Tab, shout to Sober, you ain't never seen a town purge You ain't never been around birds Shouts to the mingle, shouts to Grant, shout out to forced-curb, shouts to alcohol and all those formally lawsome Shouts to Albert-Johnson, free scrubbed the tills, scrappy free Shouts to ham, shouts to Cloney, they have the grant Shouts to Ravenswood, shouts queens bitch Forty aside, fortieth side I really seen shit Girl and these niggas lean shit Bump the niggas, bleed shit I was doubled down block next time I see a thing strip Cut the copeless remix Contact with that thirtieth, pump this niggas thirty times Used to work the early shift, no face with thirty dimes Shout out myself You know first and foremost I, I like to think a lot And for blessing me to make all of this possible (Running from myself) You know, second I'd like to thank my mom (Running from myself) For giving me that confidence, y'know that style that, that energy Third, I'd like to thank my pops (Running from myself) Made a solid young mother fucker, nigga Thirty for thirty I'd like to thank crutch, keep it rollin' nigga What's understood ain't really gotta be explained if you know what the fuck is cracking Uh (Head all on my knees) Roll up From the dirt (dirt) No really, from the dirt