Luyện nghe bài hát Storm Chaser

And overrated
and its gettin' later
I used to her, now I hate her
Shes a brain-raider, fallin' in a of lost memories
I'm so out of hand I don't even fuck with me

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

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
Every two I take a pill
where I'm at, it's all surreal

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

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

I think I'm my mind
I'm whacked out on and blacked out
in a crack 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, your best shot
Suicidal, got a lot of to fight
I'll probably sit in a chair and put my mouth a rifle

I feel abused to lose the blues, I'll my booze
I'm in the who's who's and dope
And floozies in the land and for news
These niggas are never
The morning sun is a sledgehammer to the forehead

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

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

My heartbeat is racin', even though I'm
Still I stop stormchasin'
I stole a shell casing, so to overdose
The light of day hurts my
Wishing my death to be a

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

Heck yeah, comin' a flurry
And like the spice up in you
I get you chokin' like curry
Somethin' 'bout the police and them
get me worried, made a lap up on that bastard in a hurry

Flyin' 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