complicated - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Scenegirlfanclub)

(Takingnone)

I know I'm complicated

I know I stress you out, it’s not okay, and (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

'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 gеt 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 arе 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

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I don't need you at all, I don’t need you at all

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

And I know that you don't care

Girl, what's rushin' through your hair?

There ain't no resting in my chair

Mama said life never fair

If I can't get to the other side

Call me Doza, run it back

I'ma let it blow back

Shotgun hit behind your neck

Racks on, racks in

Hid my money, I ain't have no lights on

Rollin' dough, it's still the payload

Don't let yo' face show

Suddenly I can't breathe

Talkin' shit I'm gettin' mad

And you a grown-ass man, but you suckin' on the tit