paroles de chanson MR. MEDIA - Tyla

Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey...

Bare ke lemeke
Bare ke lemeke
Bare ke lemeke
Bare ke lemeke

Misdemeanor, why, why, why?
Why you gotta tell 'em, lie, lie, lie?
Honestly I'm not surprised
Always talkin' 'bout my whine, whine
Mister Media, why, why, why?
I just said I was fly
No matter how hard I try
I can never get it right

It's Bacardi but I like to twerk
They gon' love it if I like it first
Remember when I used to fight with words?
Really, I should be worse
I should be meaner, why, why, why?
Who I? None of your concern
What I? None of your concern (woza la)

Bare ke lemeke (la-la-la)
Bare ke lemeke (woza la)
Bare ke lemeke (la-la-la)
Bare ke lemeke (woza la)

Yeah, I'm out of this world, I'm out of Mars
Whole stock goes up if I'm on your arm
Zone change, I don't know what time I'm on
Bad bitch, I ain't always got time to talk
Too bad, yeah, I know I'm difficult
You'd be too if you had my visuals
You'd be too if you had material (woza la)

Misdemeanor, now why, why, why?
Why you gotta tell 'em lie, lie, lie?
Honestly I'm not surprised
Always talkin' 'bout my whine, whine
Mister Media, why, why, why?
I just said I was fly
No matter how hard I try
I can never get it right

Bare ke lemeke (woza la)
Bare ke lemeke (la-la-la)
Bare ke lemeke (woza la)
Bare ke lemeke (la-la-la)

It's Bacardi but I like to twerk
They gon' love it if I like it first
Remember when I used to fight with words?
Really, I should be worse
I should be meaner, why, why, why?
Who I? None of your concern
What I? None of your concern (woza la)