complicated

 

 

I know I'm complicated

I know I stress you out, it's not okay, then (Yeah)

Make everything so terrible

I don't even know you

Do you know me at all?

Put a gun to my skull

let a bullet install

I don't ever need you back, I don't need you at all

You think you need me, but you don't

all you do is weigh me down (Down)

'Boutta blow up in a minute, gotta get my money now

Get my money right, tryna fix my fucking life

Problems, I'ma hide

They are not deciding, I’ve been overwriting

You don't even know me, bro, so how could you despise me?

 

Boy, I'm on my different shit

On my whipping shit

'Boutta blow, I'm crushing shit

I'ma get this shit

Boy, you do not know what to say

You don't know a damn thing

I'ma roll up in the paint and put the gun up to your face

You a dumb, dumb, dumb like the dumb son

In the dun, dun, dun, like I'm Roxanne

Think I know something, I don't know nothing

Dumb little boy, keep the gun on my damn side