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letra de complicated - sailor george

[chorus]

[verse 1]

i‘m a seller of murder weapons to k!lling venus
i‘m overzealous to see my demons, they‘re way too real
they tell me every single thing i ever think or feel
and never hide my own desires that should be sealed
it‘s opinionated, everybody wants their way
it‘s insinuated in our psychology
we ride simple thoughts in our speeches
stuck with psycho clots in our feelings
stop everybody, where‘s the clock?
our own time is ticking while we wait to drop
the big shot, you know, boeing b-29
overflew the skies, drop truthful bombs
so here‘s mine – i hate my complexion and
i wish dorothy knew my perplexions ‘cuz
they don‘t make no sense, screamin‘ god for help
but he spits on me, now i‘m a holy fiend, dear

[verse 2: lyrics by umknown]

out of nowhere i’m standing here in the menace, coz’
i’m too dumb to think of a sentence
would bump the fact of her astounding body, but she might think that i’m too naughty
maybe i should compliment her hair
although ,come to think, would any man dare?
i mean it’s smooth like the rivers in venice, but this would make the awkwardness endless
none the less, f-ck physical features
i know that in the end we are all creatures, but i think she is more than that, when i think of her it’s never pitch black
she’s like a needle in a haystack
but weirdly she’s easy to detect, are these some feelings i’m deciding to reflect on? no, i’m a man of intellect, although it’s really tempting i got to reject it

[chorus]

it‘s more complicated than just a feeling
it‘s more complicated than feelin‘ abbreviated
man it‘s more complicated than saying it‘s just a feeling
it‘s more complicated than saying it‘s just a feeling
it‘s more complicated than just a feeling
it‘s more complicated, it isn‘t determinated
man it‘s more complicated than saying it‘s just a feeling
it‘s more complicated than saying it‘s just a feeling

[verse 3]

when you get it, you don‘t know, you‘re just a pothole
another non-beast with a minimum stock for
cash, fame, friends, all the loving you asked for
m-ssive head won‘t be helping you p-ss war
m-ss call, all these extremeties making fidelities
no, my petty thinking won‘t make me your enemies
no, my haste is gonna make me destroy apathy
so i cannot handle these constant meanderings
everybody stop, i‘m feeling more than a feeling
i‘m feeling like my heart is tangled and it‘s frozen in fear
i feel like there‘s no going back and i am sucking in tears
hear me, hear me hear me, oh!
f-ck these anotations, it‘s so hard to be free
they want you to be just like them but i don‘t want to be here
i want to love and for the person not to neglect my needs
but it‘s so complicated here, it‘s so complicated here, it‘s so…

[verse 4]

this ain‘t tacky, it ain‘t cool
and i write this verse too close to home
about one year has p-ssed the tune
and still the world‘s complexity stays battered
sh-t matters, she matters
motherf-ckers get their heart shattered
everybody dances like gabber
everybody knows what‘s black sabbath
but hang on, remember
paper beats rock, that‘s my motto
even if your life goes 10 to 0
even if your life goes one to hero
no clue whether you win or lose
life keeps giving in new d-mn rules
she keeps hinderin‘ new d-mn truths and
you keep living in obtuse roots

[verse 5: nø_øne]

it’s more complicated than feelin’ breezy
its more complicated than rappin’ like weezy
putting two and two together in a quick minute
makin’ tough decisions every few minutes or so
tryna say something meaningful but i don’t know
if it’s too edgy or am i really good to go
will i be understood, or will i fall down to the dumps
like it feels i should
my momma told me to go work and life would be easy
father told me get this money before they squeeze it
pop a cap in my brain
but if i end up selling drugs
both might just come my way
oh baby
yeah i love you but you’re drivin’ me crazy
got me spendin’ all this money
all of it on you like “honey
that sh-t’s not wavy
of you”
yeah i’d stick with you
’cause your -ss is fat, but your brain is full
of sh-t
all of a sudden my pockets lookin’ fit
but you throw it down and still let me hit
slowly i start to see
that you have been usin’ me
now i’m broker than you b-tch
dirty in a ditch
losin’ you will blow my brain, no jizz
too many choices, that’s just the gist
yuh

[outro]

this isn‘t a show
it‘s my life baby oh
this isn‘t a show
a complex one maybe

- sailor george

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