Overthinker (feat. Emilio)

Hoped you were an open book But all the words I read were blurred It's like when you listen to rap But all the words you hear are slurred It just gets frustrating 'Cause when you do something It just gets me asking If there was some meaning This shit gets confusing And it's not amusing I feel like you're leading me on, you know? I feel like you don't But still, I feel like it's pointless I could just run-on and not close the sentence Got so many questions like, "Where are my common senses?" I guess when they're so hard to find then they ain't really common; they just end up useless She had this beauty in her That had no symmetrical figures I couldn't figure out how my oversized thoughts Could fit in the picture Call it abstract art - can't tell her intent and her actions apart It doesn't add up - could her actions be more than the sum of the parts? She loved her math though; she was good with the numbers Wish I could count on her To help me count the ways On how to count us together Should I pose a question to mention intentions Then get some attention, then get some affection Don't want no aggression, just want affirmation or some confirmation God bless the nation I think I'll be needing His blessing When you take a leap of faith, you're best not forgetting How you nail your landing Here's a question of mine in mind I hope you don't mind if I ask "Is the way that I run out of breath when I rhyme the same way I run in your mind every time?" Are the thoughts in her head Just like the things she said? Do I read to much between the lines They end up bent? I bet