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 believe shit"
His mind spoke, itself
Comin' out of a hell to grab life by the sack, he back
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 this rap (rap)
Over trap, with hip-hop, pop, and every genre (rah)
He taught himself to
The work had gained some
After months of him it
Low in his gut like risin' up
Surprising him, cause did he
Feel it was so cement, sure, he it then
But now his whole hometown bump
Broke for not much
These kids peep more
He so hype they adore and this corridor he
Steady, into it's already, getting
Inches from being sealed, no returnin' to
what he craved, though (uh)
Now he tour-bound,
But his brain a bit
Fuckin' the women, the villain till he done shows
The masses and impatient for the next one
He need a but they adamant
So reluctantly, he

The sun up and the sun goes down
I myself 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

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2 years went, no, it ain't down
Wanna hit the and take ten but not allowed
Feenin' for home, back on the
Missed fam calls but he ballin', than Kong
Coke and strong blurry the phone
His mentor reached out "all you got you givin' up
Go live it up but a bit, you gon' blow your top"
"Wait, dude, you
You jealous of me cause folks I'm way better
You old ass news, get a blues clue, my oil
Like some virgin rap,
Dust, is all you
I ain't some artist you collect for a check"
So, with that bridge lit, the sound a dive
Those who came before fame were away from his mind
A place denial
A race to the next zero, bite the style
He knew it too but
He couldn't around
Like he stranded on, Island
Too to move, too full of fear
in the sand, attached to a brand
Takin' the handouts, of yes-men
No one to him grow, old fans
Claimin' he out, new ones hate the old jams
Crippling anxiety holds tight, he so in
Nobodies helpin', want him to write
So he

The sun goes up and the sun goes
I drown in all the sounds
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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6 since the drop
For so at the top
fans 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 exit his
and E bound
No letters, the writing had
Brought in a team, ain't even a beat
This veteran
Simply the cover of books another
This dug and the time was catchin' up
So, I wrote him a short note, little come down
And it in a box atop a CD and sent it out
A few later, he opened it up
hit him, tears, droppin' his cup
His hands reached down, it up
His release
A smile smacked his face
On the case, a
It went "I know it all happened a bit
But recall how alive the made you feel?
Like on hoover, when it was us 2
Now, who are you?"—he
This struck a cord, he started to
He knew all tracks but hurt
So he the box, let the contents drop into the fireplace
Grabbed a glass and just away

The sun goes up and the sun goes
I drown 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

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