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max blue - complicated lyrics

[part 1]

[verse 1]

this rap for all those weird kids
science loving, music hear kids
the ones who get lit off soda pop and buddha lids
i know you fit the bill, ’cause i do too
i don’t give a sh-t about sports, except soccer
you can see me at any port, or in a foot locker
buying some adidas to sport to romance someone’s daughter
i treat her right, morals ain’t distort, i’m just glad that i caught her
this reap for the kids who got called nerd, f-ggots or -ss hats
this rap for the d&d players, magic, pathfinder, and warhammer players
this rap ain’t for the prep douche, football, or basketball player
this rap for all the above haters
i love myself, and that’s all that matters
it seams like i’m climbing a mile high ladder
and getting fatter, lately my raps don’t really matter
matter fact, i’ve been politicin’ with snoopy and casper
maybe that’s all i see, seeing colors tryna dream
i think i know my abc’s, some say i’m the adresser, but i’m more the addressee
absentee in all my cl-sses, mental revolution like the bourgeoisie
never mind the min an abductee, with all this lsd

[part 2]

[bridge]

loving you ain’t complicated
loving you ain’t complicated
loving you, loving you

[verse 2]

i don’t know what to f-cking write, i guess everyone is f-cking right
no one to admit when they wrong, but when i take flight
i’ma call out some of you hoes to tell you to please be polite
dawson get off my d-ck, and i just might
consider to forgive you, ’cause you know i ain’t hear you
no more mr. nice guy, no more self-loathing, no more no fight guy
i’m not saying i’m kendrick by, any means, but i’ma k!ll it even if it means
no friends, no bad vibes, no hate, no more slip byes
no more slippery slopes, no more slipping you dope
no more dragging on hope, ’cause i hope this flow carry me on some mo’
trust me, i know what you said, talkin’ sh-t don’t help you grow
philosophical flow to tell you you ain’t my bro
and it’s not because you hit up sam
it’s ’cause you was a d-ck to sam, and i don’t know if i can forgive
calling her a c-nt, or going off sayin’ she ain’t much
motha f-ck who are you? yeah i thought that much
i hate myself, but i hate you even more
i’m tore, i can’t help but to implore you to chill with the verbal gore, or i’ma have to grab a chopper and yell for everyone to “hit the floor”
billy maze, wait there’s more, this discussion is going south
unless my d-ck got “max” scribbled on it, then keep my name out of your mouth

- max blue lyrics

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