Luyện nghe bài hát Purpose

Yeah,
Sometimes I like I'm climbing to the top of a broken ladder.
up Silver on a Golden platter.
Pitching a to an absent batter,
And cleaning off glass already shattered.

Pitting myself up the hatred and laughter,
telling me that I'm not a "real rapper".
Tellin myself that what you about me don't matter.
Because ain't your dreams, I'm chasing after.

I'm just looking for purpose, some or fate,
Wondering why every single dream I've chased,
Came close to taste but then, slipped away.

I my meaning in the simplest of things.
I put the tip of a pen to my paper and my grew wings.
I found that I this feeling, and all the things that it brings,
I found my calling in a room full of beaten dreams.

Space stations disguising as stars,
to be a light in a world full of dark.
I thought I loved a girl but realized that we're apart,
But at moment didn't know if it was my brain or my heart.

My soul is here for you to take it or it,
I see by the look on your face I know that you can barely it.
You thought you me before I started making all this music,
I knew I wouldn't be an until the moment I choose it.

How come we're all of our own flaws?
People tell me the just dogs eating dogs,
me, my man, you don't want none of these jaws,
I'll ya face off and then I'll pause for applause.

It's hard to find meaning, what I know.
How's a supposed to feel worth something when y'all calling her a hoe to her face,
so you feel better about yo own mistakes.
Wondering you in the mirror and see someone fake.

So say what you want, just know I stopped listening.
At the end of the day, I know that I won't be ya.
In fact,
why am I wasting these even taking the time to write about someone like you?
I know.

I may be different.
And you may not it.
But imma this way.
Even despite the way you say I been changing lately feeling like you're out the loop
but the loop is full of of truth the things you hear aren't who I am,
why I write.
To take a to show you all that I'm the man!
Now it's time you play your hand run it back, to where it all began.

I remember.
Was it in or some cloudy November or September?

If there's one that I wish it's that I could be a better son,
A better brother to my better in all that I've done.
If listening just know that my times just begun
It's funny how you can be freezing standing right the Sun.

Have you ever had so to say that you spend all day wondering if you should stay or if you should go your way?
I have.

I my meaning in the simplest of things.
I put the tip of a pen to my paper and my grew wings
I found that I this feeling, and all the things that it brings,
I found my in a room full of beaten down dreams.

You're staring like I'm wearing all my inside out.
If only you would've me the benefit of the doubt.
I doubted myself first and look I've found.
I need drugs to get high when I float right off of the ground.

I look down anymore, I'm not afraid to fall.
I got a so hard boy, call me Adderall.
She knows that I her, I know that's why she never calls.
You fighting some petty shit, I'm fighting for a cause.

I started discovering as I grew much older.
that over time it feels like my heart grew colder.
I the first time, you cried in my shoulder.
It felt like the time me started going much slower.

I found my purpose within myself.
I realized that if was a I'd be way up on the third shelf,
rotting away, but then one fateful day,
I up a pen and started writing my story, my way.

Now I can't writing, like I've found my true calling.
Planted my feet down realized that been free falling.
All the time that I wasn't creating, I was stalling.
If my life's be a fight I'm gonna be out here brawling.

It's gonna be a journey, but I feel nervous.
I've spent way too much of my feeling worthless.
It's up to me to find my own purpose.
every rhyme I write I know I'm just scratching the surface.