I Hate Byron Lyrics – Byron Messia
This again
Nobody don’t even bomboclaat like me nuh, dawg
Oh God
Mm, hmm
Dancehall most hated
See di ***, dem nah want gimme ratings
Tell me dead grandpa, me nah go ever fail him
Check in a mi pocket full a dead faces
See me dawg switch pon me, me no claim him
‘Cause if me was bandmind, me do the same thing
Money nah change me, me mek a couple changes
‘Cause the mount a hate and pain wey the fame bring
What the *** dem want?
Me nah there for long
Yeah, mi just, just roll out
And mi love just gone
What the *** dem want?
Since me gone global
Bagga man dey pon mi case
But me nah *** no man
Tell me what the *** dem want
Have di K’s dem dance like Elephant Man
Tell me what the *** dem want
What the *** dem want
We have di riffle pon di scenes for mek you know God
We left yah soul gone ’cause you think you so bad
Jump out, close the door pon di Aura
Squeeze pon di fifty, ah never old man
Any way mi sees, dem approach yuh
You shoulda know, man
You shoulda know, man
Tell di world seh fi hold on
Violate you get yuh toe tag
Yo, dawg, mi cya even trust me own pretty ***
Swandan give mi a milly, fi start up di image
Accept mi fate, this life a death, me walking ’round with a stick
Jason Jewelry slay band, eleven grand pon mi wrist
The mount ah fight dung dem give me like ah Truck Norris
Me cya divorce outta di street like say we just married
Everybody love me home until me touch foreign
Now dem a talk bagga things, oh
Father God, tell me why dem hate mi so bad
Come like dem program, dem nuh know man
Tell me what Jesus do to the Romans
Ah di same thing dem wa fi do to Byron
Any way mi sees, dem approach yuh
You shoulda know, man
You shoulda know, man
Tell di world seh fi hold on
Violate you get yuh toe tag
What the *** dem want?
Me nah there for long
Yeah, mi just, just roll out
And mi love just gone
What the *** dem want?
Since me gone global
Bagga man dey pon mi case
But me nah *** no man
Tell me what the *** dem want
Have di K’s dem dance like Elephant Man
Tell me what the *** dem want
What the *** dem want
We have di riffle pon di scenes for mek you know God
We left yah soul gone ’cause you think you so bad
Jump out, close the door pon di Aura
Squeeze pon di fifty, ah never old man
Any way mi sees, dem approach yuh
You shoulda know, man
You shoulda know, man
