Luyện nghe bài hát Storm Chaser

And breathin's
Stormchasin' and its gettin'
I to love her, now I hate her
a brain-raider, fallin' in a crater of lost memories
I'm so out of hand that I don't even with me

I'm trippin' drunk and slippin'
Sleepin' in ditches, prescriptions
a random whore and itchin'
I give a flyin' feces
I ain't one with the human
the nurse, tryin' to up my cc's

I fall apart, take all my pain, it to art
Blowin' up a K-mart and blame it all on
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 wife and a real knife
here by next weekend
Hung on a dresser with my brain leakin'

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

I I'm losin' my mind
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 and fears, been out for ten years
Hit a big up off the mirror

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

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

And I'm barely here, look in the mirror day
And slowly disappear, been a million
And 67 emotions in my short
Riddles I fear, out in the street
And fall off a pier, aww it

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

My heartbeat is racin', though I'm standin'
Still I can't stop
I a shell casing, so close to overdose
The of day hurts my eyes
Wishing my to be a surprise

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

Heck yeah, comin' with a
And the spice up in you throat
I get you chokin' that curry
Somethin' 'bout the and them lights
That get me worried, made a lap up on that bastard in a

Flyin' from the spirits, so I got a
The dude taught 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 from the of day
I am not okay, my soul's a