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 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.

Sidling up the street

Sidling up to me.

Dream of complications

On and on

Dream of complications

Heavy stepping.