Luyện nghe bài hát Talking to Myself [Explicit]

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

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

Had a spot where you been going through a lot
Wanna it to the bottom but a trouble gonna bubble to the top
the bubble gonna pop and the hustle never ever gonna stop
Cause you get up in the morning get ahead get to bed and then you do it all again until the moment that you drop
You need a plot, what you wanna witness with life you got
You kicked and fought trynna get up in your skin and pick lock
That ticking lets you know that bitch you got these situations witchu
Issues someone fit to quick sit you should down to talk
wonder who's the crazy the one, people walking to work as if nothing is off
But if a person really got it they be cracking a bottle on somebody's head and looting from shops
Are there you're alone now when 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, deep in thoughts, tripping when you think about the cost of seeing this through
When you tie your stomach into knots that you know how to undo
But do you have another moment after that, when you can see
no one way this has to be? Or maybe that's just me