You Hear Me Son
M.V.L.L. Lyrics
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Ever since you said goodbye
I never dreamed that love could hurt this way
Until the day you took my heart away
You just don't know what I am going through
You left me all alone
How could you be so cruel
Girl you hear me crying
For you my heart is dying
What do I have to do
To prove my love is true
Girl you hear me crying
But can't you see I'm trying
To mend this broken heart
It's still in love with you
I feel so all alone without you by my side
Now the days go slowly by
I try to tell myself its over now
I got to get you off my mind somehow
But if these broken dreams just fade away
You weren't here, my love for you will always stay
[Chorus (2x)]
In M.V.L.L.'s song "You Hear Me Son," the lyrics express the raw emotions of heartbreak and the struggle to move on from a lost love. The first verse describes the pain of separation and the confusion that comes with trying to process the end of a relationship. The lyrics create an imagery of a silent whisper that echoes throughout the singer's mind, a constant reminder of the hurt and heartache of being left alone. The second verse portrays the loneliness and the long, monotonous days that seem never-ending after the departure of the loved one. The singer tries to convince themselves that it is over, but they cannot help but constantly think about the person they have lost.
The chorus repeats the lines "Girl you hear me crying, for you my heart is dying," emphasizing the depth of the singer's feelings for the lost love. The lyrics express a desire to prove the love's truth and mend the broken heart still in love with the person who left. The phrase "What do I have to do to prove my love is true" suggests that the singer is willing to go to any length to win back the love they have lost. In the end, the singer acknowledges that even if the broken dreams of reconciliation fade away, their love for the other person will always remain strong.
Overall, the powerful lyrics of "You Hear Me Son" encapsulate the relatable and universal pain of heartbreak and the struggle to move on from lost love.
Line by Line Meaning
I hear a silent whisper going through my mind
I can’t stop thinking of you, even though you’re no longer a part of my life.
Ever since you said goodbye
You’re the reason for my misery; you have broken my heart and damaged my soul.
I never dreamed that love could hurt this way
Before you left me, I never understood the true meaning of heartache and despair caused by love.
Until the day you took my heart away
My heart belongs to you, but you crushed it by leaving and tearing my soul apart.
You just don't know what I am going through
My pain and suffering are indescribable, and you have no idea what I’m feeling or how much I miss you.
You left me all alone
You abandoned me, leaving me to deal with this emptiness and loneliness.
How could you be so cruel
Leaving me alone, knowing how much I loved you, was a cruel and heartless act.
[Chorus:] Girl you hear me crying
I am still suffering from your absence, and every day I cry out for your love and return.
For you my heart is dying
My love for you is still alive, but my heart breaks without you, and I feel like I’m dying inside.
What do I have to do
I will do anything to prove my love to you and win you back.
To prove my love is true
My love for you is real, and if given the chance, I would cherish and love you forever.
Girl you hear me crying
I want you to know that my heart still aches for you, and I am struggling to cope without you by my side.
But can't you see I'm trying
I am doing my best to move forward and heal, but it’s a difficult journey without you.
To mend this broken heart
I am trying to put the pieces of my shattered heart back together after you left me.
It's still in love with you
My love for you remains undiminished, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop myself from loving you.
[Chorus (2x)]
I am still suffering and crying for your love, but I will do anything to mend my broken heart and prove my love for you.
Lyrics © JUBO MUSIC
Written by: A. GOODMAN, M. DESANTIS, M. FACCHINI
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M.V.L.L. (ft. Cron Hypnostein, Roy Rukkus, and A.B.) - “You Hear Me Son”
[Emcee(s): Cron Hypnostein, Roy Rukkus, and A.B.]
[Producer(s): Will Tell]
[Additional Vocals: Ces]
[Intro: Cron Hypnostein]
Cron and who? (NY, step). M-V-L-L (We’re the massive. Don’t pass us)
[Verse 1: Cron Hypnostein]
Cron and wack rap don’t mix like tuxedos
And backpacks from back, whole backslaps. You need to
Backtrack your half act. Kids act like
QBG from baypack. Take that
Where’s my aim at? Matter of fact, where’s your brain at?
I can’t focus on the payback. [?]
Coughing knapsacks. Drunk heart gaze at
The train track. Who can explain that? (Who?)
I derailed on the same track driving, so where your rain hat?
Cover your hard cap. Stopping me?
Sustain that take-back-fame rap. Already impact
Crack that with a steady swing of black DAT
Fracture your skull cap. Splat fat
And you fall back, lay flat like a doormat
Mmm poor haps, they’ve been mishap. Hmm. And I
Miss that, sit back, twist black, sipping cognac
Conducted over dap, floor to gats
Across the map, niggas don’t cross my path
Underestimate destruction’s warpath
I’ll flow past, blow dro, raps. You know that?
So hold that, a Roman toast rap
And you ain’t want it with this chromatose cat, who’d over-
-dose you to that, expose you to the fact more than you expected
Raw and reckless. Ah, the letter ain’t said it
Before I exit, slip the headers (Right here)
[Interlude 1: Ces]
(Yeah, yeah) Shhh. Niggas don’t know, son. One, two, three times? How many times we got to tell ‘em, yo? M-V-double-L for life. Keep it real, yo
[Hook: A.B.]
Ayyo, you hear me, son? Shit is type trife in the streets
If you ain’t got heat, son, you ain’t ready for beef
Ayyo, you hear me, son? Shit is type raw when I score
Draw with four-fours, nigga, put a hole in your jaw
Ayyo, you hear me, son? All that shit you talking is dumb
Stalk him for fun, take his heat away and watch a nigga run
Ayyo, you hear me, son? You feeling that, black? Flowers attack
You play me too close, nigga, and your shell’ll get cracked
[Verse 2: Roy Rukkus]
So you nice and shit, right? You hype and shit, right?
You the bomb? Should that mean I’m ‘posed to like your shit? Wrong
You get the long gong on some Hong Kong type of shit
Just to be precise and shit, fuck your life and shit
Strive to spit. You better go the right route. Flow like
I can’t play baseball—strike out. Lights out
Clap off, blast off. You’re mad soft
What? You hot? It’s cool. If not, pass off
Straight up, niggas want to knock me like backdoors. I’ll leave
Your body like a coupon—that shit’ll be half off
Hear that, boss? Crash courses—yeah, that cat loss
Rap forces powerful enough to expand pores
Garbage niggas’ll get dropped. Was you considerate?
No? Hell, if I dropped you, the shit’d be called littering
Woah! You act just like a bickering ho. You ain’t
Hard, nigga. You’re more like a dick when it grow
[Hook: A.B.]
Ayyo, you hear me, son? Shit is type trife in the streets
If you ain’t got heat, son, you ain’t ready for beef
Ayyo, you hear me, son? Shit is type raw when I score
Draw with four-fours, nigga, put a hole in your jaw
Ayyo, you hear me, son? All that shit you talking is dumb
Stalk him for fun, take his heat away and watch a nigga run
Ayyo, you hear me, son? You feeling that, black? Flowers attack
You play me too close, nigga, and your shell’ll get cracked
[Verse 3: A.B.]
Ayyo, slayer, player, you ain’t ready for
The majors. I’ll lay ya, then spray ya
Don’t make me fade ya, bang ya with razors
Blaze ya—won’t miss. I’ll probably graze ya
With phasers, run in your crib, taking your wages
Pages. Then I go see your wife and blaze her
Crazed, huh? A nigga iso, stay amazing
They call me the caterer the way I’m serving niggas
I’m hurting niggas. I’ll put my work in, nigga. Why you trying to jerk
This nigga? Still, y’all claiming certain niggas. Y’all straight-up
Cock-slurping, nigga. I’ll turn one into four figures
Squeeze triggers now. Don’t tell me how I feel, nigga
[Hook: A.B.]
Ayyo, you hear me, son? Shit is type trife in the streets
If you ain’t got heat, son, you ain’t ready for beef
Ayyo, you hear me, son? Shit is type raw when I score
Draw with four-fours, nigga, put a hole in your jaw
Ayyo, you hear me, son? All that shit you talking is dumb
Stalk him for fun, take his heat away and watch a nigga run
Ayyo, you hear me, son? You feeling that, black? Flowers attack
You play me too close, nigga, and your shell’ll get cracked