I Hate You Songtext

von Kendrick Lamar

September 22nd, 2009
Kendrick Lamar
Let me start off this letter saying I don't like you, scared of you but I will fight you
I stare at the ceiling and think about you
Curiosity killing me, thinking of when Ima meet you
You introduced yourself to so many others, mothers, sisters and brothers, children and babies drive me crazy
I wonder
Why you love people that love people that do right?
Is it rocket science to you or is it your sure type?
One of my biggest fears, is waking up 4 in the morning and gotta hear you met one of my peers
Or maybe a family member that you thought was cool
Or maybe a person that I'll never meet cuz of you
You, son of a bitch and I wish you never existed
And I swear I'd blow your brains out if you paid me a visit
But that's not realistic,
Cuz your never write
But Ima still send this letter off, P.O. Box
And when you get it...
Please take it personal (x3)
Let me continue this letter saying I don't like you, scared of you but I will fight you
Should be ashamed of the moves you make
The pain you bring, the sorrow and the hearts you break
Everyday you remind me that your always there
Cuz every time I come around, someone's getting shot down
And all I say is a prayer, so help me, Lord!
Then the Lord talk back, "I can't help you, boy!
That's fucked up, my life's fucked,
Was cursed before birth
And what's fucked up I gotta live my life with the hurt
Of knowing that your everlasting, dwelling upon the masses, of the Earth
Fatal assassins snatch your bodies
Probably, on my notepad as I write
Why the fuck you wanna take my life?
Sooner or later, I'm tired and weary and my gray hairs are not in my favor so
When I write on this paper it's real talk
Please take it personal (x3)
Let me start off this letter saying I don't like you too and the reason we haven't met because I've been busy dude
But ever since grade school, I watched your every move
Slipped up a few times, I gave you a pass
So don't say I ain't sympathetic but you can barely get curiosity, Ima dead it
Everybody wanna know why I act this way
Lets just say, I had a bad day
Matter fact, everyday
But I take it out on somebody and you could probably find me wherever the wolves parade
I was born to be a killjoy, I'm an old brat
Conceived by Adam and Eve, so who you mad at?
Not me, see me? I'm just doing my job
And you ducking me? Is mos def an odd
So why send this letter as if I never knew you?
I rather knock on your door and just give it to you
The streets, the corners, the coroners, the morgues, the cemeteries, hospitals
Heard about it when I was little
Tomorrow's not promised, cuz any day can be knocking at your front door or wall
Genocide, homicide, suicide all coincide
Signed and sealed by the living
Make it, don't take it
Please take it personal (x3)
Because its personal