Luyện nghe bài hát Johnny

When I imagine on acid
I take steps backwards and find to lap itself
dance and pounce around my silent thoughts who had the crown
Don't-don't-don't-don't let life yourself
I imagine myself on acid
I steps backwards and find those to lap itself
Even dance and pounce around my silent who had the crown
Don't-don't-don't-don't let life yourself

I could've got a job at McDonald's, but I like fries
That's a metaphor for my life, and I like guys
Could've got a deal if I wanted, but I like ownin'
And I like makin' shit, and I like it

Could've peaked I was in high school, but I had bigger plans
Could've took the time out to find you, but you ain't
You don't gotta leave for them to define you, 'cause what could you
When everybody out to define you a circumstance

Anybody got Styles' phone number?
Okay, I called him and they said I got the wrong
I was be Pac when I was younger, dreamin' of better days
I see my mom no more, remind me of bad weather days

If you got a with me, try some other guy
I let you know I'm a dog, I eat the cat
But really, though, I'm alone, I don't stick around
And, yes, I know it's my fault, so put finger down

I keep this shit pent up if it weren't for my mom
If it for Dijon, yeah, I don't like to lie
Guess it out the month
opened up my mouth more
Show 'em what my fist for, let 'em get a
up in the lust, man
Bred from the legs of killers on best end
Black eyes, bloody sheets, damn, where yo' feet
We should get a new plan, maybe some more

I love it the people go wild for me
I it when the people go wild for me
I love it when the people go for me
Keep it for me
Wild, wild,
I love it when the go wild for me
I love it when the people go for me
I love it when the go wild for me
it wild for me
Wild, wild,

Baby, I trippin' off 'em, tie me up and send 'em off
And I been on a mission for it, I just my own apartment
I just want a space with my old friend
me in your cellular, won't elevate again
Baby, I been trippin' off 'em, tie me up and 'em off
And I on a mission for it, I just want my own apartment
I just a space with my old best friend
Lock me in your cellular, won't again

I'm a son
And I'm bad at up
I'm a son
And I'm bad at up

My life ain't been the same my dog died, since my girl left
I quit drinkin' and druggin' and still get ahead
at a loss for words
It seems I'm to fall apart when I'm depressed
It's all a test, scream at God from my
I glue my together, life's got me hog-tied
There's no applause in the game of life, I just a car
And a new house—here's the cost to it
I spin a little when I'm feelin' moody
And like all the time, try not to mind the clock
Because my heart is tickin', I a pack a day, and
I wish I didn't, havin' some trouble
I have a couple vices, we had show on Viceland
I was hardly in it, most the I'm hidden
Anxious, impatient and always wantin' different
I hate the way I'm feelin', I'm sick of chasin'

Baby, I trippin' off 'em, tie me up and send 'em off
And I been on a mission for it, I just my own apartment
I just want a space with my old friend
Lock me in your cellular, won't again
Baby, I trippin' off 'em, tie me up and send 'em off
And I on a mission for it, I just want my own apartment
I just a space with my old best friend
Lock me in your cellular, elevate again