Luyện nghe bài hát Thankyou.

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

1]

I intoxicated
When I feed mind in a
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 space time doesn't
I can laugh, I can cry
That's for me, I lie no more, no more
I don't to bore, if I do
I did my to make every last little draft I crafted
So very matchless, yet attached in these raps
like 50% for me, 50% for you
To the truth, though
I began to let out emotions
I don't when this took up a residency
But it is dense, see, I have
Oh, God, I am but I

I you
I you
I you
For letting me
Though you may not be
I you
I you
I you
For me be me
In these tracks you never hear

you

2]

Just imagine some credits right now, heh

I never been one to but drunk it I'm fuck
Off sound, never been wound until shit
I never pro words or wove wit till
I got in the head, no bed
It's led to this and this may lead no
If seeds ain't entertain, I thoroughly care
Apparently I need
I'm weak, may be my peak
I sing bad, I speak with grammar, see
Still my fam kinda my ego
And my head grow
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 planted like a that got planted (woo, fuck!)
Got wood
just morning
It me, no mourning
I for sport so this may be it, dog
Know that if I never right
ain't even songs
They my
Or diarrhea, I Sia
You fag rappers, the kid in me to be ya
But grow up and out, Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia
Of that stature, no statue, Mano Tia
This be a of ignorance
The tape I'm 'bout to low intensity
Yet immense, the beats
My tents pitched, I might
I passed see, saw
I got a length
My tracks are too damn
Perhaps I'm compensating for
Or maybe I'm in with the love that comes right out of me (gross)
No I mean like... ugh
The less I care, the more will, maybe
But I me, so I care zero
I'm nobodies hero, I'm too
my words and rhyme-schemes and all of my beats
This is all
This is all I tryna get out
From the first song for this, "K."
To this, 2 late
I it rubbed wrong peeps the wrong way
I paid mind, I paid mine and all my time
ships and took physical hits to health
Overworked myself, was it it?
I fear topics I talk about, may not be when it drops
So, if I don't blow up
the next day, in more vet rhyme, cause it's time
I'm turnin' out all of the lights and goin home
Ey Ye,

Thank the birds,
the trees
And Shannon
And the blunt, blazin'
the months, May
And the sluts
Nah, too to name, for real
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 much
So much worse, guys
You've... heard...
Ha