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