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letra de pasta - life's complex

[intro]
man this guy has no bars
no bars!
oh, i just hit the microphone
he still got no bars though
absolutely no bars
here we go
yo

[verse 1]
tell me what the f-ck you doin’
even if you k!ll the man it doesn’t k!ll the movement
look at martin luther king man he proved it
his eulogy it did not conclude it
that was an illusion, peaceful retribution on they -ss
and look what that started
getting farther regardless of what they be talking
i’m the life of the party, so
let’s forget all this bullsh-t ‘bout groupies and jewelry
and express ourselves like we ought to with music
foreign whips need some brains to produce ’em
stop popping these bottles let’s offer solutions
like ooh
tell me where you wanna go
and ooh
i’ma try to help you find your road
you looking for some answers man you oughta look nearer
you can find your destination when you stand in the mirror
distance yourself if you can’t see a little clearer
people k!lling just for kicks, rest in peace j dilla
they pay $350 man what are they thinking?
i would give bae hickies if i had a bae with me
i’m a great kisser in the field i play in it
it ain’t even for the p-ssy man i swear i ain’t kitten
don’t get it twisted bruh, ain’t no switch hitting
i just want to lay with a girl who ain’t afraid of missing
i’m a little too young to be thinking ‘bout children
but my blueprint doesn’t call for big pimping
tch, but you don’t know nothing bout that
you say you only wanna count stacks
you only like it if it’s like a match
but where’s your soul man you found that?

[refrain]
everything i speak i say it explicitly
cause i don’t do too well with the imagery
maybe i’m just lacking in creativity
speaking on things that can’t be put simply

[verse 2]
it ain’t young miggy with the shot, nah
but it be young miggy with the block bruh
if you fly inside my zone you’ll get swatted
cause i got defensive range, ain’t no opera
in the city that i played, man the block’s hot
the pressure’s on me cause they just turned off the shot clock
they’re steady staring at my pace, man stop watching
but peep me as i get it going, chop chop
they tryna blow me up but that’s not what i’m for, condoms
really i just duck and dodge the drama
really i be silent in the corner eating pasta
cause real g’s move in silence homie that’s my mantra
all these people acting fake, living out an oscar
acting like they hot stuff, freshly made pasta
really though, they just need a friend group like they oscar
people round to to tell you everything that you are not bruh!
i don’t do that pessimism, a mist i am not bruh
i just wanna rule out unrealistic options
i’m just tryna fly up to the light just like a moth does
and turn these hating people into beetles like i’m kafka
shout out lil b, he stays positive often
i think like a cough does i just might be hopsin
but i’ll never get people that hitch it like a golf swing
but i got that oxen drive, that’s deandre hopkins
pull up in the parking lot (skrr), olive gardens bossing
soup and salad combo and the breadsticks with my pasta
some dudes make it to the top and lose track where they start from
really how you gon’ say being broke’s against the law, bruh?
people like that make me hit my face just to the palm, bruh
heated in deep water man they turn soft like they pasta
i ain’t hating on somebody trying to get they guap up
but be honest with yourself man that sh-t is awful

[refrain]
everything i speak i say it explicitly
cause i don’t really do good with the imagery
maybe i’m just lacking in creativity
speaking on things that can’t be put simply

[verse 3]
sipping this tea just to channel my anger
turn it to qi and then find all the answers
with my brain as the medium people gon’…
sh-t, that why no one understands it
my mind is a cage for the thoughts in my brain
but on rainy days man my brain’s an escape
this is the place where my dreams lie awake
and the peace that we have isn’t aimed at your face
and each hood is safe without needing a gate
both inside and outside these homes cannot break
our children can dream and just play and create and just grow!
so you can miss me with the hate
yeah miss me with the hate
miss me with the hate

[outro]
i told you i can’t, articulate
what i want to say is a slave to the chains
at the pace that i pray maybe one day i’ll say
broken heart’s coming soon baby sorry for the wait

- lifes complex

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