Luyện nghe bài hát Is There More

Only holdin' up I do is my end of the
beggin' that I do is me beggin' your pardon
Only tryin' that I do is me tryin' the
Only I do are math problems with profit
Only lyin' I do is out in the tropics
cryin' I do is cryin' from laughin' 'bout it
Only lackin' I can do is my lack of
Only that I do is, "Where the rest of my commas?"
Still I rise, Maya Angelou
When comin' at you from all angles and sides
And they wanna see that you smilin' from inside
It really down to how you plan to survive
Love certain ones but get attached to 'em
Give 'em nice things, but what's to 'em?
Especially when another girl I flew in is up in my bathroom
And recognize the bathroom
All starts to break loose in my texts
I tell lies to who I gotta protect
I rather have you remember me how we met
I would rather lose my leg than their respect
But that'll never happen the way I'm my step
That ain't what I'm
I'm in of my destiny, never in doubt
If I can't make it with you, I'll it without
They say the good with the bad, I'll take it without
Houston women I wine-and-dine and to the house
My moral compass is janky, it in the South
Is there more to life than and bankin' accounts?
Is there more to life than sayin' I it out?
Is there more?

the berry, the blacker the juice
The Boy is in the booth, ready to tap into truth
Too many lyrics houses and loot
Too many Walt Disney characters, and goofs
I you know I love a challenge, but challenged by who?
let you bring a thousand recruits
My are a talented group
But if you take all their statistics and carry the two
Even if you rounded up the and rounded the troops
There's still nothin' they really do
It's too bad checks don't cover the balances due
Whenever time to recoup
Yeah, soon as this album drop I'm out of the
In the house D'Angelo, "How Does It Feel?"
I got a fear of havin' things on my mind I die
What you got? Time on your hands or time on side?
Is any sense in doin' these songs when I'm high?
Is more to life than goin' on trips to Dubai?
Yachts on the 4th of July, G5 soarin' the
Is more to life than all of these corporate ties
And all of these times
And all of these asses never come in proportionate size?
Am I missin' that's more important to find?
Like healin' my soul, like time
Is there more to life than when I'm feelin' alive?
Is more?

Passion,
beads, feel me (feel me)
Cupid's me
My racing (my heartbeat's racing)
Tempt me, me (tempt me)
It so exciting
Thought of (highly)
yours entirely
I'll be, I'll be more a lover
More a woman
than a lover for you