Nae kiga jomman keosseumyeon jogesseo Nega mannadeon ki keun aedeulboda Geurigo sondo jogeumman deo keosseum hae Eo geunde geu, geugeon deo An keodo doel geot gata
Neomu ppakse haruharu (haruharu) Gaein jeongbo jigeopran: gasu Eomma noraeneun eotteoke haeya dwae? Nine an sarabwasseumyeon mareul mara (Wae iri iri mana)
Haesora hyeongeun kompeullekseuga eopseo mian Kijakgo mallado gwaenchana mwo nanikka Ohiryeo nan mariya if I was Zion.T Noraeneun da aneunde eolgureun jal moreunikka GDrahamyeon don fame yeoja Geurae soljikhi da sel su eopseo Geureotago jaesueopseo? Nacheoreom sarabwa Think you can walk in my shoes? Look at me now naega Ne kompeullekseuda imma
99 complexes but you can’t be me 99 complexes but you can’t be me Kompeullekseu munjereul sameumyeon Munjega dwae I got no complex yeah that’s me
My complex My complex I’m complex than the magazine I hate me more than you hate me I’m complex than the magazine
My complex My complex I’m complex than the magazine I hate me more than you hate me I’m complex than the magazine
Gakkeum na naega anim jogesseo Amudo uriga uriinji moreundamyeon Namdeulcheoreom son jabgo Geodneun sangsanghae Haessal joeun gongwoneseo
[Korean:]
살이 좀 쪘으면 좋겠어 넌 내 마른 몸을 좋아하지만 안아줄 때 같이 잘 때 너 팔베개 깔아줄 때 너의 목 건강을 위해
내 키가 좀만 컸으면 좋겠어 네가 만나던 키 큰 애들보다 그리고 손도 조금만 더 컸음 해 어 근데 그, 그건 더 안 커도 될 것 같아
너무 빡세 하루하루 (하루하루) 개인 정보 직업란: 가수 엄마 노래는 어떻게 해야 돼? 니네 안 살아봤으면 말을 말아 (왜 이리 일이 많아)
전화 좀 그만했으면 좋겠어 특히 너네 양화대교 지나갈 때 그래그래 그 노래 좋아해 근데 그 다리가 뭔 상관인데
Complex My complex My complex I’m complex than The magazine I hate me more than You hate me I’m complex than The magazine
내가 아이돌이었음 좋겠어 춤 잘 추고 잘생긴 놈 (dance) 사랑 노래만 쓰면 되니까 노래 못하면 벗으면 되니까 Yeah, oh yeah oh yeah Oh yeah oh yeah Oh yeah 사랑해 미치겠어 (handsome) Oh yeah oh yeah 이러면 되니까
해솔아 형은 콤플렉스가 없어 미안 키작고 말라도 괜찮아 뭐 나니까 오히려 난 말이야 if I was Zion.T 노래는 다 아는데 얼굴은 잘 모르니까 GD라하면 돈 fame 여자 그래 솔직히 다 셀 수 없어 그렇다고 재수없어? 나처럼 살아봐 Think you can walk in my shoes? Look at me now 내가 네 콤플렉스다 임마
99 complexes but you can’t be me 99 complexes but you can’t be me 콤플렉스 문제를 삼으면 문제가 돼 I got no complex yeah that’s me
My complex My complex I’m complex than the magazine I hate me more than you hate me I’m complex than the magazine
My complex My complex I’m complex than the magazine I hate me more than you hate me I’m complex than the magazine
가끔 나 내가 아님 좋겠어 아무도 우리가 우리인지 모른다면 남들처럼 손 잡고 걷는 상상해 햇살 좋은 공원에서
[English translation:]
I wish I gained more weight Though you like my lean frame When I hug you, when we sleep together When you use my arm as a pillow For the health of your neck
I wish I was taller Taller than the tall guys you dated I wish my hands were bigger But uh, that, that thing I don’t think that needs to be bigger
Each day is so hard (day by day) Personal profile, occupation: singer Mom, how do you sing? If you haven’t lived it, don’t say anything (Why is there so much work)
I wish they’d stop calling Especially when you all are passing the Yanghwa Bridge Yeah, yeah, that song is good But what does that bridge have to do with it?
Complex My complex My complex I’m complex than The magazine I hate me more than You hate me I’m complex than The magazine
I wish I was an idol Good at dancing and handsome (dance) Cause all you have to do is write a love song If you can’t sing, all you have to do is take it off Yeah, oh yeah oh yeah Oh yeah oh yeah Oh yeah I love you, I’m going crazy (handsome) Oh yeah oh yeah Cause that’s all you have to do
Haesol, I don’t have any complexes, sorry I’m short and skinny but that’s ok, cause it’s me Actually, for me, if I was Zion.T They know all your songs but not really your face When you say GD, you think of money, fame, girls Yeah, honestly, I can’t count it all Irritated by me? Then live like me Think you can walk in my shoes? Look at me now I’m your complex, bitch
99 complexes but you can’t be me 99 complexes but you can’t be me You wanna make your complex a problem Then it becomes a problem I got no complex yeah that’s me
My complex My complex I’m complex than the magazine I hate me more than you hate me I’m complex than the magazine
My complex My complex I’m complex than the magazine I hate me more than you hate me I’m complex than the magazine
Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t me If no one knew who we were I dream of holding hands And walking around like everyone else At a sunny park