Simple | Suzu × Unscene

[Verse 1] Look, lately, my planning’s been so methodical My silence is tactical, what I'm buildin's not collapsible I need no collateral, my drive is actual I'm the antithesis of anything that’s plastic and fashionable Don’t need a pedestal, just give me the foundational 'Cause I've been known to speak with a purpose that’s gravitational Do I even need a pulse? My thoughts are architectural My brain’s a sovereign state, it’s purely intellectual Since I exited the womb with a view that was directional And I been asked to bend to a will that’s unacceptable Suck a lie and swallow a bitter pill Bitch, I can rebuild at any moment, this is not a drill You see the calm and think that the water’s still But under the surface, I’m the operator of a slaughter mill On your opinions, you see me, you better be re-evaluatin' The blueprint you’re hatin’ cannot be stopped with your debatin’ No conference call or meetin' can slow the creatin' It’s me and my own vision, no room for accomodatin' Ain’t no one who’s validatin' my path, it's self-creatin' It's clear there's a focus in me, so guess what you're misstakin'? [Chorus] You must think I’m simple Lately, my composure’s been a new look Momma said my quiet was a good hook (Yeah, you thought it was a good hook) You must think I’m simple The critics couldn't figure out the rulebook I ain't just been playin' how they told me I should look (Nah, I rewrote the whole book) You must think I’m simple I been buildin' deep where they ain't found me To be honest, that assumption’s weak to have around me (Don't you have that thought around me) You must think I’m simple This shit isn't passive, maybe it’s my tactics Fuck it, man, you'll see I'm far from simple [Bridge - Spoken, with a low, intense tone] Don't misinterpret composure for compliance. Don't mistake the patience for a lack of defiance. Quiet's not an absence of sound... (It's the sharpening of the mind.) It's a defiant science. [Verse 2] The world ignored me, no time to get bitter now They see I'm the one they can't seem to figure out Guess it's my deliberate style Guess it's because I been movin' without gettin' loud Makin' plans in private, workin' hard and then sittin' proud This is how I handle all my business No false forgiveness Fuck a borrowed candle, bitch, I'm the furnace that's burnin' in this Where's the entry? I’m carvin' through it Y’all ain’t got the heart to do it I’m talkin' fluent in my own rubric With my focused state, filled with a lot of weight I'ma operate on my own damages Bandagin' wounds with the canvas of my advantages I'm not to be managed, so stop it, that's not your place Usually never talkin' much 'cause I’m stuck in a productive state The strength I have's from my own soil Won't be surprised when I'm left with spoils from my hellish toil The hell is happenin'? The conviction I have is probably worse than you can imagine Make sure you say this shit to whoever's askin'... [Outro Chorus] He must think I'm simple Lately, my composure's been a new look... (You thought wrong...) Momma said my quiet was a good hook... (You all thought wrong...) He must think I'm simple The critics couldn't figure out the rulebook... I ain't just been playin' how they told me I should look... (My own way...) He must think I'm simple... (Simple...)