Hot night, we burn in the city
I'm taking my time, chances are pretty
Debating a crime in my head
Tight neck is not into yearning
Spinning dream lines, ways, means of worming
He's taking his time over again
It could be overrated, I could be on my way
You overcomplicate things in a sunbeam, anyway
And to exacerbate things, you do it on your own
You overcomplicate things, there won't be a tomorrow
Tonight, we burn in the city
Alarm bells ring out, violence is singing
Debating a crime in my head
Uptight, he's not into yearning
Creating burn lines, chances are turning
I'm taking my time over again
It could be overrated, I could be on my way
You overcomplicate things in a sunbeam, anyway
And to exacerbate things, you do it on your own
You overcomplicate things, there won't be a tomorrow
Pictures of someone who knows, who knows the truth
Pictures of someone who knows you
Pictures of someone who knows, who knows the truth
Pictures of someone who knows you
It could be overrated, I could be on my way
You overcomplicate things, how you think and what you say
And to exacerbate things, you do it on your own
You overcomplicate things, there won't be a tomorrow