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

Little momma got a pill to swallow
A little water to follow it the tunnel
Gotta lotta walls but the house is
Got a lot of holes, found the shovel
Panic attack, so what's the of attack?
You had to be had. You cut in half. You had to
You battle with your from front to back
up the stats. Handle 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 with the pieces that got messed up
get dressed up, we out to catch the best buzz
Self-medicated, on elevated
Help take the self-made self-hate and it
And I could tell you hated it when you naked
but the poison tastes great, wanna know how the hell made it?
And if the dizzy kill you, the city will
Simply for the thrill of wiping up a sticky
Little tricky get busy of a bill
So take the little pill straight to your pretty

Here it comes, there it goes again. Panic attack.

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

Contagious, it runs like the does
the sober and over anxious
The of pain that make the songs on the playlist
The renegade rain that just to flood the bassment
honey everbody needs a help-up buddy
No body's drug-free, the streets would be hella
Do you call a patient of a junky?
The only thing that separates is who takes money
All smile like we're go buck wild
Order up a shot, filled up now
Pop another (what?) distracted by the while
we fight all about what to name the love child
I'm on that go life that got that gold touch
Fresh fly wild bold what like the crush
No luck, don't much, just an old flush
made up of hearts high off the faux-blush
outs, leak 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, it goes again. Panic attack. [x8]

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