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 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 place
And though it was a you didn't understand
You simply lined up on the blocks and when the popped you ran
And when you tripped and you picked yourself up off the ground
And picked scabs you knew you had to pick a plan to end what you began
As you got older were days of cold surrender
of shrugged whatevers folded in with days of shocking splendor
But as time advanced the lovely days were up from view
By an advancing melancholy haze hovered near the dew
Yet there were
There were these pure arresting moments 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 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 spot where you been going a lot
Wanna shove it to the bottom but a trouble bubble to the top
Then the bubble gonna pop and the hustle never ever 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, you wanna witness with this life you got
You kicked and trynna get up in your skin and pick this lock
ticking clock lets you know that bitch you got these situations witchu
Issues someone fit to quick should sit you should to talk
Ever wonder the crazy 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 and looting from shops
Are there times you're alone now when nobody's home but you walk around muttering under your breath 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
When you tie your stomach into knots that you 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