Luyện nghe bài hát Storm Chaser

And breathin's
and its gettin' later
I used to her, now I hate her
Shes a brain-raider, fallin' in a crater of lost
I'm so out of hand that I even fuck with me

I'm goin' trippin' and slippin'
Sleepin' in ditches, prescriptions
Bangin' a random and itchin'
I don't give a feces
I ain't one the human species
Slappin' the nurse, to up my cc's

I fall apart, take all my pain, it to art
up a K-mart and blame it all on Mozart
Fuck, I'm I got a deal
two hours I take a pill
That's I'm at, it's all surreal

I got imaginary friends, an life
An imaginary wife and a knife
Outta here by next
Hung over on a dresser with my leakin'

And I run away from the of day
I am not okay, my soul's a

I think I'm losin' my
I'm out on jack and blacked out
Trapped in a house full of d-d-doubt
I got guilt to the hilt, I fight tears and fears, been out for ten
Hit a big up off the mirror

Find me at www dot, I came to you dot
Come here mothafucka, take best shot
Suicidal, got a lot of to fight
I'll probably sit in a and put my mouth around a rifle

I abused to lose the blues, I'll bring my booze
I'm in the who's who's and dope
And floozies in the land and preparin' for
niggas are never choosy
The morning sun is like a to the forehead

And I'm barely here, look in the every day
And slowly disappear, through a million
And 67 emotions in my short
I fear, staggered out in the street
And off a pier, aww fuck it

And I run away the light of day
I am not okay, my a misery

My is racin', even though I'm standin'
I can't stop stormchasin'
I stole a casing, so close to overdose
The light of day hurts my
my death to be a surprise

My life should be more than four and a floor
But all that is mine, God give me a sign
'Cause I'm tryin' and at the same time
I'm not hesitatin', waitin'

yeah, comin' with a flurry
And like the up in you throat
I get you like that curry
Somethin' 'bout the police and lights
That get me worried, made a lap up on that in a hurry

from the spirits, so I got a story
The dude that me how to rap was Ray Murray
It's all a can, its filled with no glory
Top the killer red out at

And I run away the light of day
I am not okay, my a misery