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

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"Oh my god
I can't believe shit
I can't this shit"
His mind spoke, within
Comin' out of a hell to grab life by the sack, he 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, mixed hip-hop, pop, and every genre (rah)
He himself to make
The work had some attention
After of him droppin' it
Low in his gut like risin' up
him, cause never did he
Feel it was so cement, sure, he it then
But now his whole hometown bump
Broke for not longer
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, livin' the villain till he shows
The waitin' and impatient for the next one
He a break but they adamant
So reluctantly, 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 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 ten but not allowed
Feenin' for home, back on the
Missed fam calls but he ballin', bigger Kong
Coke and alcohol blurry the phone
His mentor reached out "all you got you givin' up
Go live it up but breath a bit, you gon' blow top"
"Wait, dude, you
You jealous of me cause sayin' I'm way better
You old ass news, get a blues clue, my oil
Like virgin rap, dick
Dust, is all you
I ain't some artist you 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 called
A race to the next zero, bite the newest
He knew it too but
He turn around
Like he stranded on, Zombie
Too scared to move, too of fear
Trapped in the sand, attached to a
Takin' the handouts, of yes-men
No one to him grow, old fans
he sold out, new ones hate the old jams
Crippling 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
day I'm at my desk
At my desk I'm like the
All I do I wanna, do you

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6 years since the
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
in a box he fell in
He not exit his house
Xanax and E
No letters, the had ceased
Brought in a team, ain't even a beat
This flop
Simply the of books another made
This dug deep and the was catchin' 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
hit him, tears, droppin' 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 alive the 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 but remembering hurt
So he took the box, let the drop into the fireplace
Grabbed a glass and walked away

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 the rest
All I do I wanna, do you

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