Luyện nghe bài hát The Price of Perfection Is a Comfortable Mind

1]

"Oh my god
I can't believe this
I can't this shit"
His spoke, within itself
Comin' out of a hell to grab life by the sack, he fell
Upon his bed, not on his to leak red
Not everybody be gettin' under-wing
By the they had as a kid
All he did was 19
All he wrote was self-hate rap (rap)
Over trap, mixed hip-hop, pop, and every genre (rah)
He taught himself to
The work had gained attention
After of him droppin' it
Low in his gut like helium up
Surprising him, cause did he
Feel it was so cement, sure, he it then
But now his whole bump Dayme
for not much longer
These kids peep more
He so hype they adore and corridor that he
Steady, steppin' into it's already,
Inches from sealed, no returnin' to outside
This he craved, though (uh)
Now he tour-bound,
But his a bit depraved
Fuckin' the women, livin' the till he done shows
The masses and impatient for the next one
He a break but they adamant
So reluctantly, he

The sun goes up and the sun goes
I drown myself in all the
All I do I do it, all for you
day I'm at my desk
At my I'm like the rest
All I do I wanna, do you

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2 years went, no, it ain't slow
Wanna hit the breaks and take ten but not
Feenin' for home, on the road
Missed fam calls but he ballin', bigger Kong
Coke and strong alcohol the phone
His mentor reached out like "all you got you up
Go it up but breath a bit, you gon' blow your top"
"Wait, dude, you
You jealous of me cause sayin' I'm way better
You old ass news, get a clue, my oil untapped
Like virgin rap, dick
Dust, is all you
I some artist you finna collect for a check"
So, with that bridge lit, the took a dive
Those who came before fame were miles from his mind
A place called
A race to the next zero, the newest style
He knew it too but
He couldn't turn
Like he stranded on, Zombie
Too scared to move, too full of
Trapped in the sand, to a brand
Takin' the handouts, circles of
No one to help him grow, old
Claimin' he sold out, new ones the old jams
anxiety holds tight, he so in need
Nobodies helpin', want him to write
So he

The sun goes up and the sun down
I drown in all the sounds
All I do I do it, all for you
Every day I'm at my
At my I'm like the rest
All I do I wanna, do you

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6 years the drop
For so at the top
Adored but no fam
Could've sworn he wanted to feel so damn
We speakin', like, all together
My brother, it felt like his soul got
Locked in a box he in
He could not his house
and E bound
No letters, the had ceased
in a team, ain't even producin' a beat
This flop
Simply the cover of books made
This dug and the time was catchin' up
So, I wrote him a note, little come down attempt
And it in a box atop a CD and sent it out
A few weeks later, he it up
Reality hit him, tears, his cup
His hands reached down, it up
His release
A smile smacked his face
On the case, a
It "I know it all happened a bit rapidly
But recall how alive the made you feel?
Like back on hoover, it was us 2
Now, who are you?"—he
This a cord, he started to squirm
He knew all tracks but remembering
So he took the box, let the contents into the fireplace
Grabbed a and just walked away

The sun goes up and the sun down
I myself in all the sounds
All I do I do it, all for you
day I'm at my desk
At my desk I'm the rest
All I do I wanna, do you

Everyday,
Everyday,
Everyday,
Every day,
Everyday,
Everyday,
Everyday,
day, yeah
Everyday (every), (every)
Everyday (every), (every)
(every), everyday (every)
Every day,