Komplicated - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Wit]

I sit alone in my four cornered room

Staring at candles, trying to read my handbook

Mad shook like, God I was trying to hear you

See the devil’s black Cadillac up in my rearview

If you play it safe everybody thinks you fearful

Take a step of faith no nobody wanna feel you

Devil tryna snare you, looking like how dare you

Looking up at God like I’m just trying not to fail you

Can’t keep a steady hand ‘cause I’m nervous

Calling God, I feel like I’m praying with Sprint service

Then as soon as I start feeling like it ain’t worth it

He calls me right back like, my son just have courage

He told me “life’s an iceberg”, I’ll interpret

Might forget the purpose when you’re looking at the surface

But it’s still right there, I’m still right here in my new Nike Airs

On the frontline battling the Prince of the Air

It’s komplicated

Every day is a struggle, made for the hustle

So komplicated, I’m learning not to hate it

I refuse not to make it

Brand new mercies find me every day

So my heart is torn, Lord lead the way

I’m up late, staring at these Pro Tools

Meditate, until I say the flow’s cool

Then I wait and see if Wit’s posts move

Then it’s bait and you are now the school

I’m fishing, but y’all listen

This life I live is simply what some of you call mission

Some of you read the text but I swear that the call’s missing

Some calls collect and that’s what I call prison

Ain’t in this forecheck but the vision is quite clear

I see our need as daily bread and provision

A man in awe of the God we call risen

Plus a musician, no audition

No auto-tune that call had a collision

Resume the beating of track into submission

This balancing act can leave you so jaded

Look I love and I hate it. This is so komplicated

It’s komplicated. It’s komplicated!

Every day is a struggle, made for the hustle

So komplicated, I’m learning not to hate it

I refuse not to make it

Brand new mercies find me every day

So my heart is torn, Lord lead the way