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

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"Oh my god
I can't this shit
I believe this 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 taken under-wing
By the hero had as a kid
All he did was 19
All he was this self-hate rap (rap)
Over trap, mixed hip-hop, pop, and every genre (rah)
He taught himself to
The had gained some attention
After of him droppin' it
Low in his gut helium risin' up
him, cause never did he
Feel it was so cement, sure, he hoped it
But now his hometown bump Dayme
Broke for not longer
These kids wanna peep
He so hype they and this corridor that he
Steady, steppin' it's already, getting
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 till he done shows
The masses and impatient for the next one
He need a 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 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
fam calls but he ballin', bigger than Kong
Coke and strong 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
Like some rap, dick
Dust, is all you
I ain't some you finna collect for a check"
So, with bridge lit, the sound took a dive
Those who came before fame were miles away from his
A place called
A race to the next zero, bite the 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
the handouts, circles of yes-men
No one to help him grow, old
Claimin' he sold out, new ones the old jams
Crippling anxiety tight, he so in need
Nobodies helpin', they want him to
So he

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

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6 since the drop
For so at the top
Adored but no fam
Could've he wanted to feel so damn depressed
We speakin', like, all together
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 writing had
in a team, ain't even producin' a beat
This veteran
Simply the cover of books made
dug deep and the time was catchin' up
So, I wrote him a short note, little come attempt
And it in a box atop a CD and sent it out
A few later, he opened it up
Reality hit him, tears, his cup
His hands down, lifted it up
His first
A smile smacked onto his
On the case, a
It went "I know it all happened a bit
But recall how alive the craft made you
Like on hoover, when it was us 2
Now, who are you?"—he
This struck a cord, he to squirm
He knew all but remembering hurt
So he took the box, let the drop into the fireplace
Grabbed a and just walked 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 like the
All I do I wanna, do you

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