Luyện nghe bài hát Thankyou.

I been to about all this, really
So, for of you who know me
And are why

1]

I intoxicated
When I mind in a beat
I can be
I can be
Or go dumb, or show up and off
Or go off, or sew up I'm cut
I can get in a line
And float where no one can (no one can find)
A time doesn't pass
I can laugh, I can cry
for me, I won't lie no more, no more
I don't to bore, if I do
I did my best to make every last draft I crafted
So very matchless, yet still attached in these
like 50% for me, 50% for you
To tell the truth,
I began to let out emotions
I don't know when this took up a
But it is dense, see, love I
Oh, God, I am but I

I you
I you
I you
For letting me
you may not be listening
I you
I you
I you
For me be me
In these you will never hear

you

2]

Just imagine some credits right now, heh

I never been one to boast but it I'm fuck
Off sound, been wound until this shit
I never pro found words or wit till
I got in the head, no bed
It's led to this and may lead no where
If seeds ain't entertain, I thoroughly care
Apparently I need
I'm weak, this may be my
I bad, I speak with poor grammar, see
Still my fam feed my ego
And watch my head
It been that 14 when I began
So in deep, I'm and a demon
Or it's over my head, they unique horns, see
I'm in my own
I don't plan to
I'm like a tree that got planted (woo, fuck!)
Got all-the-time
Y'all just
It kills me, no
I for sport so this may be it, dog
Know if I never right wrong
These ain't songs
my diary
Or diarrhea, I Sia
You fag rappers, the kid in me to be ya
But I've grow up and out,
Of that stature, no statue, Mano Tia
be a plea of ignorance
The I'm 'bout to push low intensity
Yet immense, the beats
My tents pitched, I might
I passed see, saw
I got a problem
My tracks are too long
Perhaps I'm for somethin'
Or maybe I'm in love the love that comes right out of me (gross)
No I mean like... ugh
The less I care, the y'all will, maybe
But I hate me, so I zero
I'm hero, I'm too insecure
Fuck my and rhyme-schemes and all of my beats
This is all
is all I been tryna get out
From the song made for this, "K."
To this, 2 years
I hope it wrong peeps the wrong way
I want paid mind, I paid and all my time
ships and took physical hits to health
Overworked myself, was it it?
I fear I talk about, may not be relevant when it drops
So, if I don't up here
Maybe the next day, in more vet rhyme, it's time
I'm out all of the lights and finally goin home
Ey Ye,

Thank the birds,
the trees
And Shannon
And thank the blunt,
the months, May
And thank the
Nah, too many to name, for
But thank the x,
And Bo
And K.
And the pay, see
And thank me cause as as it may be to imagine
This could've been so worse
So much worse, guys
You've... heard...
Ha