Shelley FKA DRAM – Misunderstood (ft. Young Thug) (Audio, Lyrics)

Shelley FKA DRAM - Misunderstood (ft. Young Thug) (prod. Ricky Reed)

Throwback to Shelley FKA DRAM’s Ricky Reed-produced “Misunderstood” track with Young Thug. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Shelley Fka Dram Misunderstood
Shelley Fka Dram Misunderstood

“Misunderstood” comes with some driving piano lines, some incredibly sung vocals from DRAM, and a high-energy feature from Thug that has all the charisma you would want. There is a real old-school rock and roll feel here and it was unlike anything that appeared on DRAM’s debut.

Shelley FKA DRAM – Misunderstood (ft. Young Thug) (prod. Ricky Reed)

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Lyrics

[Intro: D.R.A.M.]
Hey
Looking, oh-whoa, hey

[Verse 1: D.R.A.M.]
I know you working hard
But how you gon’ figure me out? Hey
Huh, always running your mouth
Never knowing what you talking about, hey
Look, but what’s there to figure?
When you speak of that nigga that you can’t understand
Hey, and now I’m all on the road, huh
Running 100 miles an hour, not even which way to go, huh
Look, if I don’t know myself
Then tell me how do you know? Huh
I’ve come to prove and show you niggas
That I’m trained to go, look, uh, hey, uh, uh
But what’s there to figure?
When you speak of that nigga, you don’t understand

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
But fuck it, I flood this ho with these bands
Do a drive-by, fly-by, leave him where he staying (Brr)
I just bought an AP, it’s cleaner than stainless
I wish I could tell him but he duckin’ dangerous
He ready for popping off and he ain’t scared of us
He say he ain’t no snitch but he tired of tellin’ us
I flood that bitch with Gucci she stand from the ceiling up
Fuck the cops, they killing us, they kids are not real as us
But what’s there to kill about?
When these bitches and niggas, they won’t just understand
Dat-dat I can fuck any bitch in here without paying (Ayy)
Yeah, where my phone at? Call up Tar, I need some Xannies (Brr)
I want these poor niggas to complain
I want these fake robbers to keep laying
And he ain’t want these fake bitches to keep singing
Think they baby is mine like they gon’ get a dime
We’ll work it out with time
I want yours ’cause you got mine
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, it ain’t nothing to talk about
So I’m like but what’s there to kill about?
When these bitches and niggas, they won’t just understand

[Verse 3: D.R.A.M.]
As I revisit what I made for you to listen to
I get into my zone and let go, that’s the ritual
Ask but when I mention you, not having clues and being fooled
Darling to this one trick pony, thought “I’m not the dude”
And you can be a local heathen to the son of Satan
I give it up to him who praises and that’s all I’m saying
I made a killing for a better life
Remember once and I’ll forget it twice
Took advantage over night
I pray to God and hope I’m moving right
I pray on y’all to quench my appetite
Told you that my screws ain’t tight
I had to buckle down and focus ’cause I almost lost it
I was hemorrhaging in the red and I could not afford it
Niggas tried to appropriate me, I could not go for it
I’m talking mine, I’m claiming mine, bitch I go Narco for it
They gon’ make me glow up, I got no choice I’m saying
But what’s the point of saying if you still won’t understand?

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