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letra de ‘u’ but it’s muscle man - colaws

[poem: muscle man]
i remember you was conflicted, bro
misusing your influence
sometimes i did the same
abusing my power, full of resentment
resentment that turned into a deep depression
found myself screaming in a hotel room

[intro: muscle man]
-screaming-

[chorus: muscle man]
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

[verse 1: muscle man]
i place blame on you still, place shame on you still
feel like you ain’t sh-t, feel like you don’t feel
confidence in yoursеlf, breakin’ on marble floors
watchin’ anonymous strangers, tеllin’ me that i’m yours
but you ain’t sh-t, i’m convinced your tolerance nothin’ special
what can i blame you for? bro, 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 f-ckin’ tell you f-ckin’ 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, f-ck your pride too, that’s for dedication
thought money would change you, made you more complacent
f-ckin’ hate you, i hope you embrace it, i swear—
[chorus: muscle man]
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

[post-chorus: muscle man & skips]
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, muscle man

[break: jessica vielmas]
(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)

[beat switch]
[verse 2: muscle man]
are you the reason why mom and them leavin’
no, you ain’t sh-t, 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 b-tches
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 f-ckin’ failed,” you ain’t try

[break: muscle man & benson]
-sniffling-
f-ck
what the f-ck, bro
also, man, what are you doing in here?
turn this music off and go to bed or you’re fired
i’m trying to get some sleep, assh0l-
[verse 3: muscle man]
i know your secrets, bro, mood swings is frequent, bro
i know depression is restin’ on your heart for two reasons, bro
i know you and a couple block boys ain’t been speakin’, bro
y’all d-mn near beefin’, i see it and you’re the reason, bro
and if this bottle could talk -gulping-
i cry myself to sleep, b-tch, 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 sh-t you thinkin’ and that time you -gulping-, i’m ’bout to hurl
i’m f-cked up, but i ain’t as f-cked up as you
you just can’t get right, i think your heart made of bullet proof
should’ve k!lled 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

- colaws

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