Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song u, artist - Kendrick Lamar. Date of issue: 22.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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| Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated |
| Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated |
| Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated |
| Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated |
| Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated |
| I place blame on you still, place shame on you still |
| Feel like you ain't shit, feel like you don't feel |
| Confidence in yourself, breakin' on marble floors |
| Watchin' anonymous strangers, tellin' me that I'm yours |
| But you ain't shit, I'm convinced your tolerance nothin' special |
| What can I blame you for? |
| Nigga, I can name several |
| Situations, I'll start with your little sister bakin' |
| A baby inside, just a teenager, where your patience? |
| Where was your antennas? |
| Where was the influence you speak of? |
| You preached in front of one-hunnid-thousand but never reached her |
| I fuckin' tell you fuckin' failure—you ain't no leader! |
| I never liked you, forever despise you—I don't need ya! |
| The world don't need ya, don't let them deceive ya |
| Numbers lie too, fuck your pride too, that's for dedication |
| Thought money would change you, made you more complacent |
| Fuckin' hate you, I hope you embrace it, I swear— |
| Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated |
| Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated |
| Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated |
| Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated |
| Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated |
| Lovin' you, lovin' you, not lovin' you, 100° proof |
| I can feel your vibe and recognize that you're ashamed of me |
| Yes, I hate you, too |
| (Loving you ain't really complicated) |
| "Housekeeping, housekeeping" |
| (What I got to do to get to you?) |
| "¡Abre la puerta! ¡Abre la puerta tengo que limpiar el cuarto!" |
| (To you) |
| "¡Es que no hay mucho tiempo tengo que limpiar el cuarto!" |
| (Loving you ain't really complicated) |
| "¡Disculpe!" |
| (What I got to do to get to you?) |
| (To you) |
| Are you the reason why mom and them leavin' |
| No, you ain't shit, you say you love 'em, I know you don't mean it |
| I know you irresponsible, selfish, in denial, can't help it |
| Your trials and tribulations a burden, everyone felt it |
| Everyone heard it, multiple shots, corners cryin' out |
| You was deserted, where was your antennas again? |
| Where was your presence? |
| Where was your support that you pretend? |
| You ain’t no brother, you ain’t no disciple, you ain’t no friend |
| A friend never leave Compton for profit, or leave his best friend, little brother |
| You promised you’d watch him before they shot him |
| Where was your antennas? |
| On the road, bottles and bitches |
| You FaceTimed him one time, that's unforgiven |
| You even FaceTimed instead of a hospital visit |
| Guess you thought he'd recover well |
| Third surgery, they couldn't stop the bleeding for real |
| Then he died, God himself will say, "You fuckin' failed," you ain't try |
| I know your secrets, nigga, mood swings is frequent, nigga |
| I know depression is restin' on your heart for two reasons, nigga |
| I know you and a couple block boys ain't been speakin', nigga |
| Y'all damn near beefin', I see it and you're the reason, nigga |
| And if this bottle could talk *gulping* |
| I cry myself to sleep, bitch, everything is your fault |
| Faults breakin' to pieces, earthquakes on every weekend |
| Because you shook as soon as you knew confinement was needed |
| I know your secrets, don't let me tell 'em to the world |
| About that shit you thinkin' and that time you *gulping*, I'm 'bout to hurl |
| I'm fucked up, but I ain't as fucked up as you |
| You just can't get right, I think your heart made of bullet proof |
| Should've killed yo' ass long time ago |
| You should've felt that black revolver blast a long time ago |
| And if these mirrors could talk it'd say, "You gotta go" |
| And if I told your secrets the world'll know money can't stop a suicidal weakness |