Luyện nghe bài hát Starting Over

One, two, now
Those 3 plus years, I was so of
And I threw ''em all away for 2 cups
The irony, everyone will think he lied to me
Made my so public, there's no fuckin' privacy
If I don't about it then I carry a date
08-10-08, but now it's been changed in
When they put me in some boxes say
That I was, it's the false prophet that never came
And they think that everything that I written has all been fake
Oh well I'll take my slip to the grave
Uh, what the fuck are my gonna say?
The success story that got his life and changed
And you know pain looks like
you tell your dad you relapsed and look him directly into his face
The seep on your shoulder's the heavy weight
I haven't seen tears like this on my
In a while the trust that I once been betrayed
But I'd rather live the truth than be judged for my mistakes
Them held up, give em props, loved and praised
I I gotta get this on the page

Feeling sick and helpless, lost the compass self is
I know what I gotta do and I can't it
One day at a time is they tell us
Now I gotta find a way to them
God 'em
One day at a is what they tell us
Now I gotta find a way to them

We so hard
Now we gotta get back what we lost,
I felt go
But you were me all along along

And every kid came up to me
And said I was the music they to when they first got clean
Now look at me, a days sober
I'm fighting
Back of meeting on the east side
tweakin', hope that they don't see it
Hope no one is looking
That no one that failure under that hoodie
Was posted in the back my hands crossed shooken
If they call on me I'm passing, if they talk to me I'm booking out that
But before I can make it somebody stops me and says are you
this isn't the place or time
I just wanted to say that if it wasn't for other side I have made it
I just down at the ground and say thank you
She tells me she has 9 and that she's so grateful
Tears in her eyes, looking like gonna cry fuck!
I barely got 48 hours, treated like I'm wise monk
I wanna her I relapsed but I can't
I just shake her and tell her congrats
Get back to my car and I think I'm yea
'Cause God wrote Otherside, pen was in my hand
I'm a flawed man, man I fucked up up
Like so many others I just thought I would
I never thought I would, didn't pick up the
it by myself, didn't turn out that good

If I can be an of getting sober
Then I can be an example of over
If I can be an of getting sober
Then I can be an of starting over

We so hard
Now we gotta get back we lost lost
I felt go
But you were with me all along

We so hard
Now we gotta get back we lost lost