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There’s not much calm, to find, so if I’m going of rhymes
I could do more things like them, or I could hold up my life
And your sure fine but I’m just fuckin' living, I could get more worse
And days you’ve tried, the side of every anemic
I could do more worse
I’d like to glide the whale, so if I’m growing out of time
I could do these things I want, or I could be just like
And all we ever had was it an order? I could do more worse
The more you’ve try, the more I never listen
I could get worse
There’s not much calm, to find, so if I’m going of rhymes
I could do these things I want, or I could be just like God
And you’re sure fine but I’m just fuckin' kicking, I could get more worse
The more you’ve try, the more I never listen
I could get more worse
I come clean
I’ve never seen the mountain’s head
You can’t look back for once again
I could’ve been around your head
I want a field