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Complications: [feat] Formula
IP:
[Formula]
People Can't Respect My Space, Re-Check My Rates
Invest In Weight, But Wait, I Got Six Fucks In My Face
Formula Needs To Do This, That, Maybe This Here
Album Tryna Drop, But It Won't Get To Breath This Year
N I Want Get To Leave With Cheer, But I'm Frustrated Constantly
Mistaken Bodily, I'm Now A Bag Of Bones Cause Clones Jockin Me
Stoppin Me, Is My Beeper Buzzin Or My Cell Ringin', Unlucky
Deal With Trees Was On The Hush See, But Chatter Don't Make Um Trust Me
Somethin' Is Always Poppin' Up, Barely Have I Gotten Up
Without The Horn Of A Truck Blarin', Starin' Down, I'm Fuckin' Up
They Glarin' Now, Complainin' Bout Me Gainin' Absolutely Nothin'
How Can I Be Gettin Somethin' With These Bums Rushin' N Fussin' ?
Nothin' Is Gettin' Done, Son, I'm Tellin' You, These Complications
Have Me Conversatin' Instead Of Workin' Daily, Basically I'm Taken
I've Been Anxiously Awaitin', For These Situations To Loosen Grip
Bruisin' Trips, I'm Movin' Lips About Shit Instead Doin' Spits
[Dev]
Ya plan ya life, but get nowhere with good planning
Ya got it set, then sumthin fucked is bound to happen
But stay laughing, chin up, look towards the light
There’s always a bright side, a cliché but normally right
Cos ya might lose the war, but at least ya engaged to fight
I mean, no one wins them all, cos some hurdles gain in height
Complications arise unannounced and fuck up ya night
It might be becoming ill, a flat tire, or a long delayed flight
Like when ya gotta be somewhere, jus creating more complications
Unneeded dilemma’s spawned from freak invasions
Just like uninvited relatives at ya family occasions
Putting a damper on matters, with the shit that they’re raising
Jading people’s plans, every day plays a new situation
Ya never know when it’ll happen, but there’s no use waiting...
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