More and more (andmore)

[Verse 1: Scuare]
Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, look, yeah
I formulate opinions
They simulate beliefs
I foster independence
So intent on inner peace
I had some facts in mind
I had an axe to grind
I haven't resurrected
It feels so asinine
I feel the limitations
I have to rap it short
I've got some conversations
I'd like to have before
It all comes crashing down
On half the town
I'm happy now
But after hours
I haven't found
The path that's round
Get back in bounds
Been acting for so long
Happy to hold on
Barely just treading water
Everything all gone
Except for the little parts
Everything in it's own order
It's all amazing
Am I going crazy?
I'm cold to the touch
But the thoughts don't phase me
Amens don't make sense
But they still change things sometimes
These paychecks don't pay rent
But they still save me sometimes
So maybe I been making too big of a deal of this lately
Mistaking
My fear for safety probably don't aid me still
Fuck you, pay me
I need to quit complaining
A lot of shit is changing
The changes don't entertain me, yeah
So if you think that you could break me today (yeah)
Don't take your shot, you know you aiming in vain

[Chorus: Scuare]
Just let it go (let it go)
Just let it go (let it go)
And we can all get to some
More, and more, and more, and more
More, and more, and more, and more

[Verse 2: No1mportant]
She love me and she wanna know
If I'm being frank, I don't love her though
I'm an underdog in the undertow
Got me all wrapped up in another flow
Been an underling for some other flings
Been wondering if it's gonna slow
I've done the green, white, and brown to get right
Plus some other things you wouldn't wanna know
Some other shit that you would judge me for
Unjustly, though
I'm just me
And I'm adjusting to be a more just me
So when I am juxtaposed with my junkie clothes
I am just as pro as you dusty hoes
Just a man who can dream on these dusty roads
And when I barely can breathe, do I bust a flow
I am barely a seed, I need the sun to grow
It could happen to me, right?
Happiness shut out the trees white
Must I change
Tucking in creased ice
Love is vain
Love is not three mice
Let it go
Let it go round as a merry-go-round
And these merry men not getting married
So what if it's childish, yo
This is America
That meritocracy don't mirror eb and flow
Hypocrisy won't leave a nigga 'lone
Got a bigger bone to pick than John Holmes
These bones won't ever quit like John Jones
I'm jaunting for a hit, I'm not stoned
Get my money big, and my head straight
Like I'm Sean Combs with a hot comb
(You gon take that, take that?)
Just might, sure
(You gon make or break that?)
Fuck if I know
In a cyclone
That keeps sucking me away from zone
Where is my home?
Where is life goin?
It was nice knowing unity when you and me were not grown
You don't need to be the one to right wrongs
You just need to call your mom and write songs
You could be the one to turn the lights on
You could be someone they set their sights on
You could be the little bit of life on 'em
With the right poems full of candor
Try openness
Some kind of hope in this
Open this up like a dance floor
Want to be what I had planned for
Someone to fill up your hands, or
Someone with something to stand for
Fuck it, trying to be all of that and more

[Chorus: Scuare]
Just let it go (let it go)
Just let it go (let it go)
And we can all live to some
More, and more, and more, and more
More, and more, and more, and more
Just let it-