[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]