I dream of complications.
On and on.
That's how my observation tends,
But all preoccupations are suddenly simple,
When I let my second nature win.
What'll it be?
It goes on and on
On the street.
It's like a blindness.
Ties me up again.
Won't be battering windows.
Shatter me in my seat.
Then a holier thinking
Fires me up again.
Won't be rolling in sinful.
Sidling up the street,
I'm tryna simplify my scene.
Dream of combinations.
All night long.
Round and round a rhythm escapes.
Then I'm stuck without no answers.
And I'll be pretending
There's a surplus of us to be so flagrant.
What'll it be?
It goes on and on
On the street.
It's like a blindness.
Ties me up again.
Won't be battering windows.
Shatter me in my seat.
Then a holier thinking
Fires me up again.
Won't be rolling in sinful,
Sidling up the street.
Sidling up the street.
Sidling up the street.
Sidling up to me.
Sidling up the street.
Sidling up to me.
Dream of complications.
Dream of complications.
Dream of complications.
On and on.
Dream of complications.
Dream of complications.
Heavy stepping.
Dream of complications.
Heavy stepping.