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

1]

"Oh my god
I can't this shit
I can't believe shit"
His mind spoke, within
Comin' out of a hell to grab life by the sack, he fell
Upon his bed, not on his tendency to red
Not everybody be gettin' taken
By the they had as a kid
All he did was 19
All he wrote was self-hate rap (rap)
Over trap, mixed with hip-hop, pop, and genre (rah)
He taught himself to
The had gained some attention
months of him droppin' it
Low in his gut like helium up
Surprising him, cause did he
Feel it was so cement, sure, he hoped it
But now his whole hometown bump
Broke for not longer
These wanna peep more
He so hype they and this corridor that he
Steady, steppin' into it's already,
Inches being sealed, no returnin' to outside
This what he craved, (uh)
Now he tour-bound,
But his brain a bit
Fuckin' the women, livin' the villain till he shows
The masses waitin' and impatient for the one
He need a break but 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
day I'm at my desk
At my desk I'm the rest
All I do I wanna, do you

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2 years went, no, it ain't slow
hit the breaks and take ten but not allowed
Feenin' for home, on the road
fam calls but he ballin', bigger than Kong
Coke and strong alcohol blurry the
His mentor out like "all you got you givin' up
Go live it up but breath a bit, you gon' 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 some virgin rap,
Dust, is all you
I ain't artist you finna collect for a check"
So, with bridge lit, the sound took a dive
Those who came before fame were miles away his mind
A place denial
A race to the zero, bite the newest style
He it too but damn
He couldn't around
Like he stranded on, Island
Too scared to move, too full of
Trapped in the sand, to a brand
Takin' the handouts, circles of
No one to him grow, old fans
Claimin' he sold out, new ones hate the old
Crippling anxiety holds tight, he so in
Nobodies helpin', they him to write
So he

The sun up and the sun goes 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

3]

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 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, even producin' a beat
This veteran
the cover of books another made
This dug and the time was catchin' up
So, I wrote him a short note, little come attempt
And tucked it in a box atop a CD and it out
A few later, he opened it up
hit him, tears, droppin' his cup
His reached down, lifted it up
His first
A smile smacked his face
On the case, a
It went "I know it all a bit rapidly
But how alive the craft made you feel?
Like on hoover, when 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 drop into the fireplace
Grabbed a glass and just walked

The sun goes up and the sun goes
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,
day, yeah
Everyday,
Everyday,
Everyday,
Every day,
(every), everyday (every)
Everyday (every), (every)
(every), everyday (every)
Every day,