Luyện nghe bài hát Talking to Myself [Explicit]

One day you opened up your inside of you
Inside a world inside a you didn't get to choose
You get to pick the rules or pick the past or set the pace
Or cast the cast and crew you didn't get to your starting place
And though it was a race you understand
You simply lined up on the blocks and the pistol popped you ran
And when you tripped and 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 were days of cold surrender
Days of shrugged whatevers in with days of shocking splendor
But as time advanced the days were covered up from view
By an advancing melancholy haze hovered near the dew
Yet there moments
There were these pure moments when you stepped outside your head
your 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

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

Had a little where you been going through a lot
shove it to the bottom but a trouble gonna bubble to the top
Then the bubble gonna pop and the never ever gonna stop
Cause you get up in the get ahead then get to bed and then you do it all again until the moment that you drop
You need a plot, what you witness with this life you got
You kicked and fought trynna get up in skin and pick this lock
That ticking clock lets you know that bitch you got these witchu
Issues someone fit to quick should sit you should to talk
Ever wonder who's the crazy the one, 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 your breath second shit saying goddammit goddammit goddammit just whispering soft
Do you ever get lost, deep in your thoughts, tripping when you think about the of seeing this through
you tie your stomach into knots that you don't know how to undo
But do you ever have another moment after that, you can see
no one way this has to be? Or maybe that's just me