Ibs

I'm running round town Just to figure it out To where I need to go If i cannot find peace In the sweet release Then we will always know That there's something stirring And reoccurring That I cannot even show To you to you I'm running round town Just to take it out Get it out of my body If I find a place If I can find a space Where I can go potty When I reach the stall Been through it all I can take it as a sign To release You So gotta plan Gotta work shit out If I gotta pain That I talk about If you you complain Then I have no doubt I need to poo Honey more or less I've got IBS Coming out my sweet ass Out of my soul I get it when I'm stressed Not at my very best So just let my ass rest My asshole There ain't a lot more to talk about If I cannot have the time To wait behind these wooden doors If I gotta cross a line I looked to you You to looked to me Little sickly girl in need Of some privacy Just look away or kindly stay For this moment of distress To keep all the demons at bay I must look like a mess It's not at all a number two Counting down the moments till I can finally see So gotta plan Gotta work shit out If I gotta pain That I talk about If you you complain Then I have no doubt I need to poo Honey more or less I've got IBS Coming out my sweet ass Out of my soul I get it when I'm stressed Not at my very best So just let my ass rest My asshole I can do it And I'll make it through it I can do it And I'll make it through it I can do it And I'll make it through it I can do it And I'll make it through it