Luyện nghe bài hát Panic Attack (the P.a.)

Little momma got a little pill to
A little to follow it down the tunnel
lotta walls but the house is hollow
Got a lot of holes, found the shovel
Panic attack, so what's the plan of
You had to be had. You cut in half. You had to
You battle with shadow from front to back
Stack up the stats. the math, and that'll be that
Hold head up. I know your fed up
But let it get up to the top of them steps love
Instead of playin' the pieces that got messed up
get dressed up, we goin' out to the best buzz
Self-medicated, on elevated
Help take the self-hate and celebrate it
And I could tell you hated it when you naked
but the poison tastes great, know how the hell they made it?
And if the don't kill you, the city will
Simply for the thrill of wiping up a sticky
Little tricky get busy of a fifty
So take the little pill straight to your pretty

Here it comes, there it again. Panic attack. [x8]

So what you drinking? So you popping?
So you eating? So what you dropping?
So what you smoking? So you sniffing?
So how you So what's the difference?

Contagious, it runs the paint does
the sober and over anxious
The pages of pain make the songs on the playlist
The renegade rain that jumped to flood the bassment
Look everbody needs a help-up buddy
No drug-free, the streets would be hella bloody
Do you call yourself a patient of a
The only thing separates is who takes your money
All smile we're gonna go buck wild
up a shot, prescription filled up now
Pop another (what?) by the rush while
we fight all night about what to name the love
I'm on that go nuts that got that gold touch
fly wild bold what like the cold crush
No luck, don't hold much, an old flush
made up of Queen high off the faux-blush
Freak outs, out, and bleed out, and speak out
and reroute and out the weak crowd
And we doubt, but I see it keep out
the beast I'll for now, it's all "peace, I gotta be out."

Here it comes, there it again. Panic attack. [x8]

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