More or Less

[Verse 1] I want more sunny days, less muscle aches Less Subway, where I’m underpaid More managers that give half a care When I get the nuts to say I want another raise I need more time to kneed through my torn life I need more than a second but less than a fortnight Less commitment, less check boxes More ability to say “Let’s get off this!” Less episodes of heartburn More episodes of Arthur Less let downs that lead to getting slowly harder More climaxes, less anticlimaxes Less fluctuation like “Can’t we find balance?” More fun, less feeling like I belong on a short bus More strength to abhor lust, less doubt, more trust More us, less them, him, she, and whatever’s in between More tea, and more than anything [Hook] I want peace, moderation, I don’t wanna have to choose I want more of the good things and less of the bad, and everything to come out flat and smooth I want more doors open, yes then I’d sure be set… more or less [Verse 2] I want less homework, more education More understanding and less school changing More studio time, less student loan fines Less of the stupid stuff I’ve been through my whole life More rest, more food, more friends, more juice I don’t want any more steps if I can’t step towards you I want to love less but I can’t afford to I need less girls in my life and more dudes More inspiration for good verse making Less burnt bacon, less reservations Except in cases of more dinner places I wish more things were less in our faces More hellos, less goodbyes I’d like to increase successes but lessen tries I’d like to be a more generous tipper, yo But it’s hard when you got so much less of this dinero I want to be more understanding and less of a jerk I want to be more focused on my deeds than what I get in return I want to be less a messenger and more often a shooter I want to be less embarrassed to say “Call me Al Loober!” I’ve got more wants than I can list And I wouldn’t be any more or less content if I acquired them I want more or less of something else; I don’t know what it is exactly And also really badly [Hook] [Interlude] (sampled from Pride and Prejudice) "He is rich to be sure, and you would have more fine carriages than Jane, but would that make you happy?" "Have you no other objection than your belief in my indifference?" "None at all." [Verse 3] I wish Lil Wayne would spit with more depth I’m cool with the rain, but I wish it would pour less Less forgetting unless I’m forgiving Forfeiting has never led to more winning More money or less places that need it Less speeding on freeways, more taking the scenic Less setting and regretting my own success vision Less depression with the things my time’s invested in Less offending friends with my awkwardness Then again, I wish people were bothered less Less holding real people to being more than human Less bulling my friends with poor excuses, more good music Lord, the truth is… I’m a wanting man And it’s not Your plan to fill the wants we have But I’m swamped, trapped, my flaws are stacked Follow my thought track, God, all I ask [Hook]