HATRED Songtext
von The Kid LAROI

This might (Huh)
This might cause an argument after I say this
But last night, I called my ex when I was faded (Ah, yeah)
And maybe I′m bein' too truthful right now
Because every time that you play this
It′s gon' fill your heart up with hatred (Yeah, ooh-ooh)

Okay, mind you, I'm the most hated
Talkin′ down on me online, but in real life, you know I′m your favorite
You were to write me a thank you letter, it'd be long as the motherfuckin′ yellow pages
And it still wouldn't be enough, I won′t take it
I used to love you, now I fuckin' hate you
It′s crazy


I used to buy you stilettos and Birkins
I don't know why 'cause you wouldn′t be here if I was hurtin′
I tried to erase you out my mind, all things was fine 'til I closed the curtain
I used to look at you like a God, knowin′ damn well you an average person
I can't deal when you get blacked out like a thick bedroom curtain
Lookin′ strong on the outside, but the inside of you hurtin'
Shit got way too complicated, I just want to moist you out like lotion
Do your new man have motion?
I heard he be sippin′ on green and yellow like he really support Oakland

When I'm high, I don't like to be social
But for you, I did it to get closer
I feel sorry for him
′Cause I set the bar real high, yeah, I had you coastal
I bossed up on you just like I told you
Went to Paris, now I don′t even know you
Walkin' ′round in this bitch like I owe you
Doin' everything that you′re supposed to

Yeah, this might
This might cause an argument after I say this, huh
But last night, I called my ex when I was faded
And maybe I'm bein′ too truthful right now
Because every time that you play this
It's gon' fill your heart up with hatred, I know


I know she saw the pictures of us out in public
She hit me like, "Was this all just for nothing?"
Trust me, that was a difficult discussion
I′m at this party, I don′t know nobody
And I'm on some shit that is not for consumption
Stop tryna argue and make assumptions
We could be doing something more productive, uh
I take you to Turks, no TSA clearance
I′ma show you I'm serious

I get my assistants to handle your errands
Grateful for your parents (Uh-huh)
When it come to you, no, I′m not sharin' (Uh-huh)
I′ma put you so deep in Bottega, get rid of that old shit you was wearin' (Hm)
Change your number, your old n- toast (Hm)
And I'm obviously doin′ the most for you
Baby girl, ′cause you deserve it
You keep me calm when I'm nervous (Uh-huh)
I never second guess making any kind of purchase on you (For sure)
I treat you like I′m tryna bribe ya (For sure)
Double Cs on your visor (For sure)
You're better looking than a model (For sure)

Yeah, this might
This might cause an argument after I say this, huh
But last night, I called my ex when I was faded
And maybe I′m bein' too truthful right now
Because every time that you play this
It′s gon' fill your heart up with hatred, I know