Complicated - Intellectual

[Part 1]

[Verse 1]

This rap for all those weird kids

Science loving, music hear kids

The ones who get lit off soda pop and buddha lids

I know you fit the bill, 'cause I do too

I don't give a shit about sports, except soccer

You can see me at any port, or in a Foot Locker

Buying some Adidas to sport to romance someone's daughter

I treat her right, morals ain't distort, I'm just glad that I caught her

This reap for the kids who got called nerd, faggots or ass hats

This rap for the D&D players, Magic, Pathfinder, and Warhammer players

This rap ain't for the prep douche, football, or basketball player

This rap for all the above haters

I love myself, and that's all that matters

It seams like I'm climbing a mile high ladder

And getting fatter, lately my raps don't really matter

Matter fact, I've been politicin' with Snoopy and Casper

Maybe that's all I see, seeing colors tryna dream

I think I know my ABC's, some say I'm the adresser, but I'm more the addressee

Absentee in all my classes, mental revolution like the bourgeoisie

Never mind the min an abductee, with all this LSD

[Part 2]

Loving you ain't complicated

Loving you, Loving you

I don't know what to fucking write, I guess everyone is fucking right

No one to admit when they wrong, but when I take flight

I'ma call out some of you hoes to tell you to please be polite

Dawson get off my dick, and I just might

Consider to forgive you, 'cause you know I ain't hear you

No more Mr. Nice Guy, no more self-loathing, no more no fight guy

I'm not saying I'm Kendrick by, any means, but I'ma kill it even if it means

No friends, no bad vibes, no hate, no more slip byes

No more slippery slopes, no more slipping you dope

No more dragging on hope, 'cause I hope this flow carry me on some mo'

Trust me, I know what you said, talkin' shit don't help you grow

Philosophical flow to tell you you ain't my bro

And it's not because you hit up Sam

It's 'cause you was a dick to Sam, and I don't know if I can forgive

Calling her a cunt, or going off sayin' she ain't much

Motha fuck who are you? Yeah I thought that much

I hate myself, but I hate you even more

I'm tore, I can't help but to implore you to chill with the verbal gore, or I'ma have to grab a chopper and yell for everyone to "hit the floor"

Billy Maze, wait there's more, this discussion is going south

Unless my dick got "Max" scribbled on it, then keep my name out of your mouth