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

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"Oh my god
I can't believe this
I can't believe shit"
His spoke, within itself
out of a hell to grab life by the sack, he fell back
Upon his bed, not on his tendency to red
Not everybody be gettin' under-wing
By the hero 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 attention
After months of him it
Low in his gut helium risin' up
Surprising him, cause did he
it was so cement, sure, he hoped it then
But now his whole hometown bump
Broke for not longer
These kids peep more
He so they adore and this corridor that he
Steady, into it's already, getting
Inches from being sealed, no returnin' to
This he craved, though (uh)
Now he tour-bound,
But his a bit depraved
Fuckin' the women, livin' the villain till he shows
The masses and impatient for the next one
He need a break but adamant
So reluctantly, 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 desk I'm like the
All I do I wanna, do you

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2 years went, no, it ain't slow
Wanna hit the and take ten but not allowed
Feenin' for home, on the road
Missed fam calls but he ballin', bigger than
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 of me cause folks sayin' I'm way better
You old ass news, get a clue, my oil untapped
some virgin rap, dick
Dust, is all you
I ain't some artist you finna for a check"
So, with bridge lit, the sound took a dive
Those who came before fame were miles from his mind
A place denial
A to the next zero, bite the newest style
He knew it too but
He couldn't turn
Like he stranded on, Island
Too to move, too full of fear
Trapped in the sand, attached to a
Takin' the handouts, circles of
No one to him grow, old fans
he sold out, new ones hate the old jams
Crippling anxiety holds tight, he so in
helpin', they want him to write
So he

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

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6 since the drop
For so at the top
Adored but no fam
Could've sworn he wanted to feel so damn
We stopped speakin', like, all
My brother, it felt his soul got robbed
Locked in a box he in
He not exit his house
and E bound
No letters, the writing had
Brought in a team, ain't even producin' a
This veteran
Simply the of books another made
This dug deep and the was catchin' up
So, I him a short note, little come down attempt
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 down, lifted it up
His release
A smile smacked onto his
On the case, a
It went "I know it all 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 but remembering hurt
So he took the box, let the contents drop into the
Grabbed a glass and just walked

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,