Luyện nghe bài hát Talking to Myself

One day you up your eyes inside of you
Inside a world inside a you didn't get to choose
You didn't get to the rules or pick the past or set the pace
Or cast the and crew you didn't get to pick your starting place
And though it was a race you understand
You lined up on the blocks and when the pistol popped you ran
And when you and dropped you picked yourself up off the ground
And picked your scabs you knew you had to pick a plan to end you began
As you got older there were days of surrender
Days of shrugged whatevers folded in with of shocking splendor
But as time advanced the lovely days were up from view
By an advancing melancholy haze hovered near the dew
Yet were moments
There were these pure arresting when you stepped outside your head
Outside pain outside control, outside the bullshit, out of body, out of rage
Outside the need to get it, get it, you never get it, that's okay

you felt a little off today
Had a lot to say
But wound up talking to
Have you hunted for a ear
But find one near
And wound up to yourself?

Had a little where you been going through a lot
Wanna shove it to the bottom but a gonna bubble to the top
Then the bubble gonna pop and the hustle ever gonna stop
Cause you get up in the morning get ahead then get to bed and then you do it all again until the moment that you
You need a plot, what you witness with this life you got
You and fought trynna get up in your skin and pick this lock
That ticking clock lets you know that bitch you got situations witchu
Issues someone fit to quick sit you should down to talk
Ever wonder who's the the one, people walking to work as if nothing is off
But if a person really got it they would be cracking a bottle on somebody's head and looting shops
Are there times you're alone now when nobody's home but you walk around muttering under your breath second shit saying goddammit goddammit just whispering soft
Do you get lost, deep in your thoughts, tripping when you think about the cost of seeing this through
When you tie stomach into knots that you don't know how to undo
But do you ever have another moment that, when you can see
no one way this has to be? Or maybe that's just me