Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday

I know it seem difficult to hit you up
But you not
About half the shit that you
And I havin' it
And we both know that I don't mean to you
I'm focused today
And I know why it's difficult
To admit that I you
And I don't why we argue
And I just that you listen
And if I you I'm sorry
The music makes me
When I'm awake I'm just
I'm not
just to say that I stay pretty busy, lately
And I be misbehaving
I just hang with my
I'm fuckin' if you forgot, I'm faithful
Despite all what's in my and my pocket
And is painfully honest
And I say it I vomit
On cloudy days when I'm
I play the to the laundry
State to state for the
it ain't a on me, nigga
My momma me a prophet
I play for incentive
And where I'm walking, it's
and I stumble
To where she when she visit
I grab the and chug it
I see the car in the
I know the dark isn't
For the moment, if I could it
She, she seems

All my dreams got dimmer I stopped smoking pot
Nightmares got more vivid when I smoking pot
And loving you is a little
I like you a lot
You see, it seems

I'm back I gotta handle business
Vanish to my seat
left you at three
I'll you down at baggage claim
in a weeks, a fortnight
When you parade my homecoming, cry
You know I can't in any place I visit
To and die in LA
I got my Fleetwood Mac, I could get high day
But I'd be sleepy, OCD and paranoid, so
Give me Bali beach, no molly
Palm, no marijuana
Yo hickeys on my aorta and tattoos you could see
When I'm playing surfboarder, put whisky in that water
I every canteen, just to wear
that edge varsity you think's cool
They thought me soft in School
thank God I'm
Forgot you like it rough
I he called me a faggot
I was just his bluff
I how anal am I gon' be when I'm aiming my gun
And why's his mug all bloody, that was a three on
Standing at Staples
I got my and gold
Polka on my brit
I'm not to be stunting
It's all melodic this
I catch vibe in my sleep
But I'm just jet-lagged is all, and

All my dreams got more when I stopped smoking pot
Nightmares got more when I stopped smoking pot
And loving you is a little
I like you a lot
I mean,

I don't what we're about
What good is West Coast if you're bi-polar?
If I'ma need sweater
I'd be where it's cold
Where it
I see how it
I put the flowers in
I know they're in droves
You'll only miss it goes
(Yeah, I think it)
When it