Luyện nghe bài hát Middle Ground

Yeah, this is for all the happy
Who have real deals
And have no idea what it's to work this hard and still break even

Yeah, I'm aware I'm a little nuts, and I I'm a headcase
Unpredictable are the toll that the stress takes
I carry the worlds weight until my shoulders and neck
My sanity be down hill like a sled race
All day my shake, like a nervous tick
This Adderall work for shit, it only gives me thoughts that got me worried sick
Feelings are so bottled up, the is decomposing
That if shit got opened it would cause a damn explosion
overflowing emotions that I kept push down
Like it was I was trying to drown, I know it now
I'm a little strung and see I know I need to find a doctor
And a therapist and a shimen who got some miro
'Cause surviving in game is full of irratance
It's got me if I'll make it, my greatest fear is this
So when you hear my shit, you'll hear the
As I'm to stay financially afloat and keep appearances
'Cause I've in this middle ground, people say I made it
But there's so many that still don't know what my is
It's to get a grasp on where I stand up in this game
All I know is I wouldn't be this broke if I was
Shit, I'm almost and still I feel like such a mess
I added fuel to the fire I had nothing left
Under stress, with a full of emptiness
Giving my all, and not a less

In this middle ground, wondering if I'm to ever blow
ground, tearing at the fabric of my soul
Middle ground, feeling like I'm up in the whole
These insecurities every where I go
Middle ground, feeling I'm barely getting by
ground, second guessing why I even try
Middle ground, all I know how to do is
So mad that I wanna scream, so sad that I cry

I'm sick of like I still got shit I gotta prove to you
What? I go on Sway again for a salute from you?
Go pull some dumb publicity stunt by a movie crew
Just to be in the same conversation of all these newer
All my I've been fighting to be accepted
And when I'm not I can't but to be affected
Unfairly percepted, people assumptions
Off my Melatonin and the state that I'm rapping
Like I'm some kind of one percenter, go and get the facts
Shit I'm the product of a working middle-class
Just 'cause I wasn't busting a pistol or flipping
Doesn't I don't got a story worthy of written raps
I'm getting by though, there's Kibble up in dish
It's than it use to be but see the truth is this
I almost everything into this music shit
You think I'd live at my parents if I was rich?
Really? See I'm just trying to my business intact
My sanity come second to these that I rap
Chain smoking from stress but at ten dollars a
I'm killing myself, I'm killing my pockets every drag
Fuck it, I'ma keep on pushing because I deserve the glory
I got an army of that would murder for me
I do this shit for them until the whole planet has my story
live from Purgatory

In this ground, wondering if I'm going to ever blow
Middle ground, tearing at the fabric of my
ground, feeling like I'm stuck up in the whole
These insecurities follow where I go
Middle ground, feeling like I'm getting by
ground, second guessing why I even try
Middle ground, all I know how to do is
So mad that I wanna scream, so sad that I cry

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