Luyện nghe bài hát Talking to Myself [Explicit]

One day you opened up eyes inside of you
a world inside a universe you didn't get to choose
You didn't get to pick the rules or the past or set the pace
Or the cast and crew you didn't get to pick your starting place
And it was a race you didn't understand
You simply up on the blocks and when the pistol popped you ran
And when you tripped and dropped you picked yourself up off the
And picked your scabs you knew you had to pick a plan to end what you
As you got older there were days of surrender
Days of shrugged whatevers folded in with days of shocking
But as time advanced the days were covered up from view
By an advancing melancholy haze that near the dew
Yet were moments
were these pure arresting moments 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 will never get it, okay

Have you felt a little off
Had a lot to say
But up talking to yourself?
Have you for a kindly ear
But couldn't find one
And wound up talking to

Had a little spot where you been through a lot
Wanna it to the bottom but a trouble gonna bubble to the top
Then the bubble pop and the hustle never 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 wanna witness with this you got
You kicked and fought trynna get up in your skin and pick lock
That ticking clock you know that bitch you got these situations witchu
Issues someone fit to quick should sit you should down to
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 nobody's home but you walk around muttering under your breath second shit saying goddammit goddammit goddammit just whispering soft
Do you ever get lost, in your thoughts, tripping when you think about the cost of seeing this through
When you tie your stomach into knots that you don't know how to
But do you ever have another moment after that, you can see
There's no one way this has to be? Or that's just me