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

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"Oh my god
I believe this shit
I believe this shit"
His mind spoke, within
Comin' out of a 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 they 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 to make
The work had gained some
After months of him 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 whole bump Dayme
for not much 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 he craved, though (uh)
Now he tour-bound,
But his brain a bit
Fuckin' the women, 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 up and the sun goes 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 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 calls but he ballin', bigger than
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 gon' blow 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 virgin rap, dick
Dust, is all you
I ain't artist you finna collect for a check"
So, that bridge lit, the sound took a dive
Those who came fame were miles away from his mind
A place called
A race to the next zero, the newest style
He knew it too but
He couldn't around
he stranded on, Zombie Island
Too scared to move, too of fear
Trapped in the sand, to a brand
Takin' the handouts, of yes-men
No one to help him grow, old
Claimin' he sold out, new ones hate the old
Crippling holds tight, he so in need
Nobodies helpin', they him to write
So 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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6 years since the
For so at the top
fans but no fam
Could've sworn he wanted to so damn depressed
We speakin', like, all together
My brother, it felt like his soul got
Locked in a box he in
He could not his house
Xanax and E
No letters, the writing had
Brought in a team, ain't even a beat
veteran flop
Simply the of books another made
This dug deep and the time was up
So, I him a short note, little 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 recall how alive the craft made you
Like back on hoover, it was us 2
Now, who are you?"—he
This struck a cord, he started to
He knew all but remembering hurt
So he took the box, let the contents drop the fireplace
Grabbed a glass and walked away

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

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