Luyện nghe bài hát Storm Chaser

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

I'm goin' trippin' drunk and
in ditches, switchin' prescriptions
Bangin' a whore and itchin'
I don't give a feces
I one with the human species
Slappin' the nurse, to up my cc's

I apart, take all my pain, turn 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
That's I'm at, it's all surreal

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My heartbeat is racin', though I'm standin'
Still I can't stop
I stole a shell casing, so 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 thats all is mine, God give me a sign
'Cause I'm and dyin' at the same time
I'm not hesitatin', just

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

from the spirits, so I got a story
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 from the light of day
I am not okay, my a misery