Luyện nghe bài hát P.O.SIs Ruining My Life

It was buried under a and uh
peekin' from the bottom of a glass
All this nonsense, incense, common sense,
Indulgence in bourbon, 'urb, between city kids
It's
Up and around to see the shit from her
She so silent, watchin' life just pass by in a blur
Ain't it
We can sneak into our lives
Over the things to say
And then choke on the words?

wanna be the next
Everybody wanna be in
Everybody fuck
Everybody want the consequence of playin' the
Everybody's got luck
Everybody wanna to they own beat
wanna make a dent
Every girl is lookin' for the best thing
Every in love with his girl's best friend
hates me
Everybody fight
We can't stand to up in the sun
But can't in the moonlight
I'm right wit ya
I'm sicker my own skin
I got the clothes and the grin
I'm at the bar or the shop
But I like drinkin'
And I hate coffee shops
I'm off the stop and
It's best spin a twist-a-whirl
This amusment, I'm a loser
It was bullshit, It was bullshit, uh
Got two
But everybody seems to have the same chain but break my five-oh
Two cents, (yeah right) but can't spend nothing if I'm holdin' the carp it's

If you come and just breathe, and just breathe in and out
feel a whole lot better, close your eyes
Need to be if you can't see them, then they see you
Right, close your

I can never be what I be
but a man
Nothin's inside of me
Nothin I can
If I try, and so I try
To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a

I can never be what I be
but a man
Nothin's inside of me
I can understand
If I try, and so I try
To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a

This,
And It's strained to
It might
Scratch, Crack, Silence,
This,
And strained to think
It might
Scratch, Crack,

Ah!
Livein the city, any other
We all alone
The only difference is we seem to know it
and lonesome,
When cold
In the gotta wait for the loathing
Holding, our so low
And we drink so there's not much worth
Strolling, so vagrant, so shaken, so grown, so god so
So broke, so, so complacent, so out, so worn out, so worn out
So full of doubt, so of restrain
So full of that self-control, or the lack
we thought was soul

If you come down and breathe, and just breathe in and out
You'll feel a whole lot better, close eyes
Need to see if you can't see them, then can't see you
Right, your eyes

I can be what I wanna be
but a man
Nothin's even of me
I can understand
If I try, and so I try
To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a