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  "u"
  [Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
  *Screaming*
  
  [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated
  Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated
  Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated
  Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated
  Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated
  
  [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
  I place blame on you still, place shame on you still
  Feel like you ain't shit, feel like you don't feel
  Confidence in yourself, breakin' on marble floors
  Watchin' anonymous strangers, tellin' me that I'm yours
  But you ain't shit, I'm convinced your tolerance nothin' special
  What can I blame you for? Nigga, I can name several
  Situations, I'll start with your little sister bakin'
  A baby inside, just a teenager, where your patience?
  Where was your antennas?
  Where was the influence you speak of?
  You preached in front of one-hunnid-thousand but never reached her
  I fuckin' tell you fuckin' failure—you ain't no leader!
  I never liked you, forever despise you—I don't need ya!
  The world don't need ya, don't let them deceive ya
  Numbers lie too, fuck your pride too, that's for dedication
  Thought money would change you, made you more complacent
  Fuckin' hate you, I hope you embrace it, I swear—
  
  [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated
  Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated
  Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated
  Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated
  Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated
  
  [Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  Lovin' you, lovin' you, not lovin' you, 100° proof
  I can feel your vibe and recognize that you're ashamed of me
  Yes, I hate you, too
  
  [Break: Jessica Vielmas]
  (Loving you ain't really complicated)
  "Housekeeping, housekeeping"
  (What I got to do to get to you?)
  "¡Abre la puerta! ¡Abre la puerta tengo que limpiar el cuarto!"
  (To you)
  "¡Es que no hay mucho tiempo tengo que limpiar el cuarto!"
  (Loving you ain't really complicated)
  "¡Disculpe!"
  (What I got to do to get to you?)
  (To you)
  
  [Beat Switch]
  
  [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
  And you the reason why mom and them leavin'
  No, you ain't shit, you say you love 'em, I know you don't mean it
  I know you irresponsible, selfish, in denial, can't help it
  Your trials and tribulations a burden, everyone felt it
  Everyone heard it, multiple shots, corners cryin' out
  You was deserted, where was your antennas again?
  Where was your presence? Where was your support that you pretend?
  You ain’t no brother, you ain’t no disciple, you ain’t no friend
  A friend never leave Compton for profit, or leave his best friend, little brother
  You promised you’d watch him before they shot him
  Where was your antennas? On the road, bottles and bitches
  You FaceTimed him one time, that's unforgiven
  You even FaceTimed instead of a hospital visit
  Guess you thought he'd recover well
  Third surgery, they couldn't stop the bleeding for real
  Then he died, God himself will say, "You fuckin' failed," you ain't try
  
  [Break]
  *Sniffling*
  
  [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
  I know your secrets, nigga, mood swings is frequent, nigga
  I know depression is restin' on your heart for two reasons, nigga
  I know you and a couple block boys ain't been speakin', nigga
  Y'all damn near beefin', I see it and you're the reason, nigga
  And if this bottle could talk *gulping*
  I cry myself to sleep, bitch, everything is your fault
  Faults breakin' to pieces, earthquakes on every weekend
  Because you shook as soon as you knew confinement was needed
  I know your secrets, don't let me tell 'em to the world
  About that shit you thinkin' and that time you *gulping*, I'm 'bout to hurl
  I'm fucked up, but I ain't as fucked up as you
  You just can't get right, I think your heart made of bullet proof
  Should've killed yo' ass long time ago
  You should've felt that black revolver blast a long time ago
  And if these mirrors could talk it'd say, "You gotta go"
  And if I told your secrets the world'll know money can't stop a suicidal weakness
  
  
  
  
  
  
  "i"
  [Intro: Kendrick Lamar & Ronald Isley]
  Is this mic on? (Hey, move this way, this way)
  Hey, hey, hey, turn the mic up, c'mon, c'mon
  Is the mic on or not? I want the mic
  We're bringing up nobody, nobody
  Nobody but the number one rapper in the world
  He done traveled all over the world
  He came back just to give you some game
  All of the little boys and girls, come up here
  (Ah, one two, one two, what's happening, fool?)
  Come right here, this is for you, come on up
  I done been through a whole lot (Kendrick Lamar)
  Trial, tribulation, but I know God
  The Devil wanna put me in a bow tie (Make some noise, brother)
  Pray that the holy water don't go dry, yeah, yeah
  As I look around me
  So many motherfuckers wanna down me
  But enemigo never drown me
  In front of a dirty double-mirror they found me
  
  [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  And I love my (I love myself)
  Huh, when you lookin' at me, ah, tell me what do you see?
  (I love myself)
  Ahh, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the poli'
  (I love myself)
  Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy
  (I love myself)
  One day at a time, huh
  
  [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
  They wanna say it's a war outside, bomb in the street
  Gun in the hood, mob of police
  Rock on the corner with a line for the fiend
  And a bottle full of lean and a model on the scheme, uh
  These days of frustration keep y'all on tuck and rotation (Come to the front, yeah)
  I duck these cold faces, post up fi-fie-fo-fum basis
  Dreams of reality's peace (Oh, yeah)
  Blow steam in the face of the beast
  Sky could fall down, wind could cry now
  Look at me, motherfucker, I smile
  
  [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  And I love my (I love myself)
  Uh, and when you lookin' at me, ah, tell me what do you see?
  (I love myself)
  Ahh, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the poli'
  (I love myself)
  Uh, illuminated—
  All y'all come to the front, y'all come up to the front
  (I love myself)
  Baby, what about you? Come on
  
  [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
  (Crazy, what you gon' do?)
  Lift up your head and keep moving (Keep moving), turn the mic up
  (Haunt you)
  Peace to fashion police, I wear my heart
  On my sleeve, let the runway start
  You know the miserable do love company
  What do you want from me and my scars?
  Everybody lack confidence, everybody lack confidence
  How many times my potential was anonymous?
  How many times the city making me promises?
  So I promise this, nigga
  
  [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  (I love myself)
  Uh, and when you lookin' at me, ah, tell me what do you see?
  (I love myself)
  Ahh, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the bully
  (I love myself)
  Huh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy don't seem shy
  (I love myself)
  
  [Bridge: Kendrick Lamar]
  Huh (Walk my bare feet), huh (Walk my bare feet)
  Huh (Down, down valley deep), huh (Down, down valley deep)
  (I love myself) Huh (Fi-fie-fo-fum), huh (Fi-fie-fo-fum)
  (I love myself) Huh (My heart undone), one, two, three
  
  [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
  I went to war last night
  With an automatic weapon, don't nobody call a medic
  I'ma do it 'til I get it right (Oh, no)
  I went to war last night (Night, night, night, night, woo)
  I've been dealing with depression ever since an adolescent
  Duckin' every other blessin', I can never see the message
  I could never take the lead, I could never bob and weave
  From a negative and letting them annihilate me
  And it's evident I'm moving at a meteor speed
  Finna run into a building, lay my body—
  
  [Spoken Interlude: Kendrick Lamar]
  (*Offstage argument*)
  Ayy, hold on, woah, woah, stop all this
  Not on my, not while I'm up here
  Not on my time, kill the music, not on my time
  We could save that shit for the streets
  We could save that shit, this for the kids, bro
  2015, niggas tired of playin' victim, dog
  Niggas ain't trying to play vic—, TuTu, how many niggas we done lost?
  How many—, Yan-Yan, how many we lost?
  No, for real, answer the que—, how many niggas we done lost, bro?
  This—, this year alone
  Exactly, so we—, we ain't got time to waste time, my nigga
  Niggas gotta make time, bro
  The judge make time, you know that, the judge make time, right?
  The judge make time so it ain't shit
  It shouldn't be shit for us to come out here and appreciate the little bit of life we got left, dog
  On the dead homies, Charlie P, you know that, bro
  You know that
  Right, it's man—, it's mando, right, it's mando
  And I s—, and I—, and I—, and I say this because I, I love you niggas, man
  I love all my niggas, bro
  Exac—, enough said, enough said
  And we gon' get back to the show and move on, because that shit petty, my nigga
  Mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check
  We gon' do some acapella shit before we get back to, a—
  All my niggas listen, listen to this:
  
  [Outro: Kendrick Lamar]
  I promised Dave I'd never use the phrase "fuck nigga"
  He said, "Think about what you saying: 'Fuck niggas'
  No better than Samuel on the Django
  No better than a white man with slave boats"
  Sound like I needed some soul searching
  My pops gave me some game in real person
  Retraced my steps on what they never taught me
  Did my homework fast before government caught me
  So I'ma dedicate this one verse to Oprah
  On how the infamous, sensitive N-word control us
  So many artists gave her an explanation to hole us
  Well, this is my explanation straight from Ethiopia
  N-E-G-U-S definition: royalty; king royalty - wait, listen
  N-E-G-U-S description: black emperor, king, ruler, now let me finish
  The history books overlooked the word and hide it
  America tried to make it to a house divided
  The homies don't recognize we been using it wrong
  So I'ma break it down and put my game in a song
  N-E-G-U-S, say it with me, or say it no more
  Black stars can come and get me
  Take it from Oprah Winfrey, tell her she right on time
  Kendrick Lamar, by far, realest Negus alive
  
  (all lyrics taken from Genius)