[Chorus:]
Loving you is complicated! [×10]
[Verse 1:]
I place blame on you still,
Place shame on you still,
Feel like you ain't shit,
Feel like you don't feel
Confidence in yourself, breakin' on marble floors,
Watchin' anonymous strangers tellin' me that I'm yours.
But you ain't shit, I'm convinced your tolerance nothing special.
What can I blame you for, nigga? 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 hundred thousand but never reached her.
I fuckin' tell you, you fuckin' failure, you ain't no leader!
I never liked you, forever despise you, I don't need you!
The world don't need you, don't let them deceive you!
Numbers lie too, fuck your pride too, that's for dedication!
Thought money would change you, made you more complacent,
I fuckin' hate you, I hope you embrace it!
I swear…
[Chorus:]
Loving you is complicated! [×9]
Loving you, loving you,
Not loving you.
One hundred proof!
[Bridge:]
I can feel your vibe and recognize that you're ashamed of me.
Yes, I hate you, too.
— Housekeeping! Housekeeping! ¡Abre la puerta! ¡Abre la puerta tengo que limpiar el cuarto! ¡Es que no hay mucho tiempo tengo que limpiar el cuarto¡ ¡Disculpe!
[Verse 2:]
You the reason why mama and ‘em leavin'.
No, you ain't shit, you say you love ‘em, I know you don't mean it.
I know you're 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 brotha, you promised you'd watch him before they shot him.
Where was your antennas? On the road, bottles and bitches.
You faced time the one time, that's unforgiven.
You even Facetimed instead of a hospital visit.
Bitch, you thought he would recover well!
Third surgery couldn't stop the bleeding, for real,
Then he died, God himself will say, “You fuckin' failed!”
You ain't try.
[Verse 3:]
I know your secrets, nigga!
Mood swings is frequent, nigga.
I know depression is restin' on your heart for two reasons, nigga.
I know you and a couple block boys ain't been speakin', nigga,
Y'all damn near beefin', I seen it, and you're the reason, nigga!
And if this bottle could talk… I cry myself to sleep,
Bitch, 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 shit you thinkin'.
And that time you… I'm ‘bout to hurl.
I'm fucked up, but I ain't as fucked up as you!
You just can't get right, I think your heart made of bulletproof.
Shoulda killed yo ass a long time ago,
You shoulda feeled that black revolver blast a long time ago.
And if those mirrors could talk, it would say, “You gotta go.”
And if I told your secrets,
The world'll know money can't stop a suicidal weakness.