| Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated
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| Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated
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| Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated
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| Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated
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| Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated
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| I place blame on you still, place shame on you still
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| Feel like you ain't shit, feel like you don't feel
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| Confidence in yourself, breakin' on marble floors
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| Watchin' anonymous strangers, tellin' me that I'm yours
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| But you ain't shit, I'm convinced your tolerance nothin' special
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| What can I blame you for? |
| Nigga, I can name several
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| Situations, I'll start with your little sister bakin'
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| A baby inside, just a teenager, where your patience?
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| Where was your antennas?
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| Where was the influence you speak of?
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| You preached in front of one-hunnid-thousand but never reached her
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| I fuckin' tell you fuckin' failure—you ain't no leader!
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| I never liked you, forever despise you—I don't need ya!
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| The world don't need ya, don't let them deceive ya
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| Numbers lie too, fuck your pride too, that's for dedication
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| Thought money would change you, made you more complacent
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| Fuckin' hate you, I hope you embrace it, I swear—
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| Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated
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| Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated
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| Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated
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| Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated
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| Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated
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| Lovin' you, lovin' you, not lovin' you, 100° proof
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| I can feel your vibe and recognize that you're ashamed of me
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| Yes, I hate you, too
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| (Loving you ain't really complicated)
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| "Housekeeping, housekeeping"
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| (What I got to do to get to you?)
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| "¡Abre la puerta! ¡Abre la puerta tengo que limpiar el cuarto!"
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| (To you)
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| "¡Es que no hay mucho tiempo tengo que limpiar el cuarto!"
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| (Loving you ain't really complicated)
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| "¡Disculpe!"
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| (What I got to do to get to you?)
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| (To you)
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| Are you the reason why mom and them leavin'
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| No, you ain't shit, you say you love 'em, I know you don't mean it
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| I know you irresponsible, selfish, in denial, can't help it
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| Your trials and tribulations a burden, everyone felt it
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| Everyone heard it, multiple shots, corners cryin' out
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| You was deserted, where was your antennas again?
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| Where was your presence? |
| Where was your support that you pretend?
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| You ain’t no brother, you ain’t no disciple, you ain’t no friend
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| A friend never leave Compton for profit, or leave his best friend, little brother
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| You promised you’d watch him before they shot him
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| Where was your antennas? |
| On the road, bottles and bitches
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| You FaceTimed him one time, that's unforgiven
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| You even FaceTimed instead of a hospital visit
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| Guess you thought he'd recover well
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| Third surgery, they couldn't stop the bleeding for real
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| Then he died, God himself will say, "You fuckin' failed," you ain't try
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| I know your secrets, nigga, mood swings is frequent, nigga
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| I know depression is restin' on your heart for two reasons, nigga
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| I know you and a couple block boys ain't been speakin', nigga
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| Y'all damn near beefin', I see it and you're the reason, nigga
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| And if this bottle could talk *gulping*
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| I cry myself to sleep, bitch, everything is your fault
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| Faults breakin' to pieces, earthquakes on every weekend
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| Because you shook as soon as you knew confinement was needed
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| I know your secrets, don't let me tell 'em to the world
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| About that shit you thinkin' and that time you *gulping*, I'm 'bout to hurl
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| I'm fucked up, but I ain't as fucked up as you
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| You just can't get right, I think your heart made of bullet proof
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| Should've killed yo' ass long time ago
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| You should've felt that black revolver blast a long time ago
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| And if these mirrors could talk it'd say, "You gotta go"
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| And if I told your secrets the world'll know money can't stop a suicidal weakness |