Complications

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 shattering windows Batter 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 We are sin We are sin We are sin Dream of complications Dream of complications Dream of complications On and on We are sin Dream of complications Heavy stepping Dream of complications Heavy stepping