Luyện nghe bài hát Talking to Myself [Explicit]

One day you opened up your inside of you
Inside a world inside a universe you didn't get to
You didn't get to pick the rules or pick the past or set the
Or cast the cast and you didn't get to pick your starting place
And it was a race you didn't understand
You simply lined up on the blocks and when the pistol you ran
And when you tripped and dropped you picked 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 cold
Days of whatevers folded in with days of shocking splendor
But as advanced the lovely days were covered up from view
By an advancing melancholy haze that near the dew
Yet were moments
There were these pure 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, that's

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

Had a little where you been going through a lot
Wanna shove it to the bottom but a trouble gonna to the top
Then the bubble gonna pop and the hustle never ever stop
Cause you get up in the morning get then get to bed and then you do it all again until the moment that you drop
You need a plot, you wanna witness with this 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 should sit you down to talk
Ever wonder who's the crazy the one, people 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 times you're alone now when nobody's home but you walk around muttering under your breath second shit saying goddammit goddammit goddammit just soft
Do you ever get lost, deep in your thoughts, tripping when you think about the cost of this through
you tie your stomach into knots that you don't know how to undo
But do you ever another moment after that, when you can see
There's no one way this has to be? Or maybe just me