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

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"Oh my god
I believe this shit
I can't this shit"
His spoke, within itself
Comin' out of a hell to life by the sack, he fell back
his bed, not on his tendency to leak red
Not everybody be gettin' taken
By the they had as a kid
All he did was 19
All he was this self-hate rap (rap)
Over trap, mixed with hip-hop, pop, and genre (rah)
He himself to make
The work had some attention
After months of him it
Low in his gut helium risin' up
Surprising him, never did he
Feel it was so cement, sure, he hoped it
But now his hometown bump Dayme
Broke for not much
kids wanna peep more
He so hype they adore and this corridor he
Steady, steppin' it's already, getting
Inches being sealed, no returnin' to outside
what he craved, though (uh)
Now he tour-bound,
But his brain a bit
the women, livin' the villain 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 down
I drown myself in all the
All I do I do it, all for you
Every day I'm at my
At my desk I'm like the
All I do I wanna, do you

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2 years went, no, it ain't down
Wanna hit the breaks and take ten but not
Feenin' for home, back on the
Missed fam calls but he ballin', than Kong
Coke and alcohol blurry the phone
His reached out like "all you got you givin' up
Go live it up but breath a bit, you blow your top"
"Wait, dude, you
You jealous of me cause folks sayin' I'm way
You old ass news, get a clue, my oil untapped
Like some virgin rap,
Dust, is all you
I ain't some artist you finna 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 zero, bite the newest style
He it too but damn
He couldn't turn
Like he stranded on, Island
Too scared to move, too full of
Trapped in the sand, to a brand
the handouts, circles of yes-men
No one to him grow, old fans
Claimin' he sold out, new ones hate the old
anxiety holds tight, he so in need
Nobodies helpin', they want him to
So he

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

3]

6 years since the
For so at the top
fans but no fam
Could've sworn he to feel so damn depressed
We speakin', like, all together
My brother, it like his soul got robbed
Locked in a box he in
He could not his house
and E bound
No letters, the had ceased
Brought in a team, ain't even a beat
This flop
the cover of books another made
This dug deep and the time was up
So, I wrote him a short note, little come down
And tucked it in a box 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 first
A smacked onto his face
On the case, a
It "I know it all happened a bit rapidly
But recall how the craft made you feel?
Like back on hoover, it was us 2
Now, who are you?"—he
struck a cord, he started to squirm
He knew all tracks but hurt
So he the box, let the contents drop into the fireplace
a glass and just walked away

The sun goes up and the sun down
I drown in all the sounds
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

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