The Calculation Theorum
Hey, formulate this. I got a question, got a problem, I got a story. I got too many ways to find the same shit, excluding the ones I know by heart. One part of me thinks I’m never wrong about you never being right. Don’t you get it? Don’t bother me. And I’m never fucking wrong about you never being right. Don’t you get it? Don’t you understand? The only problem in this story is the fact that’s it’s written down, not expressed. Not a single word spoken, where’s the motivation coming from? Where’s the line? Where’s the entrance? Fuck the admission. It’s not right, but we’re lucky that what goes around comes around. And I’m never fucking wrong and I’m not fucking wrong about you not being right this time again.