Purpul - Complications

Yeah, too many complications
Way too many complications
I looked in the mirror and I'm still not changin
But, whatever
Yeah, I should've been, made it big, huh
I'm too good for this shit and it's makin' zero sense, huh
I live with my back against the fence Cause I ain't gettin' backstabbed again, nah
I been writin' raps as a kid And I been stayin' facts as a jit
So, please try to make it make sense On why I'm not the greatest in the, in the
6-6-1 That's my city and I represent six bad bitches
I don't fuck you cause you have a tech Live that reckless, I know killers still on house arrest
But I don't understand how I ain't made it outta yet
And for some reason I still love the bitches there
But in high school, ain't none of them really care
And now its different, wonder how I been and where
I been out the way chasin' money, listen here
I still feel like I'm 17, uh
Since I started on this journey for the remedy
And since I know I'm different, please let me be
I'm still addicted to the love like amphetamines
I been tryna give it up almost every week
But I'm so stupid and I give some people everything
Even though they don't deserve it, don't you lecture me
I know my problems, but it's hard to change when you want everything
After this album, I gotta put this rap shit on pause
I spent like 20k on these songs
From equipment to the beats to the studio time
But I still got the same clothes that I came with, that's fine, uh
I need a splurge on myself
I could've bought a whip, but these songs don't make themselves
It's getting bad for my health, yeah
It's getting bad for my wealth, yeah
I fell for it again when I went back on leave
I thought the bitch was really fucking into me
Then she did some shit, so I passed her to the team
Don't get mad at me, seems that's where she'd rather be
But I had to do it worse and get even
I won't get into it, but I wish she hadn't even
Thought of that shit, but I'm still breathing
Still gotta fight with all my demons
Please, make it again, make it again
Make it make sense, she got a man, I'm fucking shaking again
Anger suppressed, been that way since I was a kid
Why do I gotta change the way that God made me
I'm pissed, lately it's been vacant as shit
Inside my brain, I talk to all my homies
But it's fucking raining again
It ain't been legit, but every female that I talk to
Turning fake is a bitch, huh, yeah, uh
I face my fears and face my own reality
I feel like some of my homies even doubting me
At least I know my family's always proud of me
Like, is there really any rapper in my city that's outstanding me
This shit is comedy
How these rappers even call themselves artists
Man, they probably, nah, wait, they honestly
Nah, fuck it, obviously, they nowhere near my level
I'm a real fucking prophecy
Ah, shit, I'm at it again
I let my ego take control, now I'm dragging a bitch
I just don't know how to love, and it's passion within
I don't mean to call a bitch, but I got back with a friend
I just don't ever know how to let go of shit
But she did that shit once, you always times it by ten
And I can't trust these hoes, so I deploy my defense
I guess that's just how it goes for me, mm, yeah
Before I go, I got a little more to say
To be truthful with you, I get lost inside my brain
Making fantasies with the that women cause me pain
Cause I got hope that I'm the man that they will stop and think
Maybe I should give a chance, maybe I should change
Cause they don't know that I'ma make it big one day
Take her where she wants to go, baby, name a place
But I'll be better off alone, no more complications
Yeah
That was tough

Written by:
Jacob Gonzalez

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