To say it’s complicated, understatement of the year Well maybe conflict made it the new flavor in your ear They know that I’m a problem, that’s why everybody scared Whatever doesn’t kill you, can make you an ill-ionaire Uh, just turn the headphones up Or make the windows roll up I make they hands go up When I show up and I blow it ’til I’m full up Wait hold up Girl up in the mirror Only one I fear, uh You say you the realest I told you I’m the illest