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 mind spoke, itself
Comin' out of a hell to grab by the sack, he fell back
Upon his bed, not on his tendency to red
Not be gettin' taken under-wing
By the hero had as a kid
All he did was 19
All he wrote was self-hate rap (rap)
trap, mixed with hip-hop, pop, and every genre (rah)
He himself to make
The work had gained attention
After of him droppin' 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 hometown bump Dayme
Broke for not much
These kids wanna peep
He so hype they adore and this that he
Steady, into it's already, getting
Inches being sealed, no returnin' to outside
This what he craved, (uh)
Now he tour-bound,
But his a bit depraved
the women, livin' the villain till he done shows
The waitin' and impatient for the next one
He a break but they adamant
So reluctantly, he

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 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
for home, back on the road
Missed fam but he ballin', bigger than Kong
Coke and strong blurry the phone
His mentor reached out like "all you got you up
Go live it up but breath a bit, you gon' 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 that lit, the sound took a dive
Those who came before fame miles away from his mind
A called denial
A race to the next zero, the newest style
He it too but damn
He couldn't around
Like he on, Zombie Island
Too scared to move, too of fear
in the sand, attached to a brand
Takin' the handouts, of yes-men
No one to help him grow, old
he sold out, new ones hate the old jams
Crippling anxiety tight, he so in need
Nobodies helpin', they him to write
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

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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 depressed
We speakin', like, all together
My brother, it felt like his got robbed
in a box he fell in
He could not his house
Xanax and E
No letters, the had ceased
Brought in a team, ain't even a beat
This flop
Simply the cover of books made
This dug deep and the time was up
So, I wrote him a short note, come down attempt
And tucked it in a box 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 first
A smacked onto his face
On the case, a
It went "I it all happened a bit rapidly
But how alive the craft made you feel?
Like on hoover, when it was us 2
Now, who are you?"—he
struck a cord, he started to squirm
He all tracks but remembering hurt
So he took the box, let the drop into the fireplace
Grabbed a glass and just walked

The sun up and the sun goes 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

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