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 believe this shit"
His mind spoke, itself
Comin' out of a to grab life by the sack, he fell back
his bed, not on his tendency to leak red
Not everybody be taken 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 himself to make
The had gained some attention
months of him droppin' it
Low in his gut like risin' up
Surprising him, never did he
Feel it was so cement, sure, he hoped it
But now his whole bump Dayme
Broke for not much
These kids wanna more
He so hype adore and this corridor that he
Steady, into it's already, getting
Inches from being sealed, no returnin' to
This he craved, though (uh)
Now he tour-bound,
But his brain a bit
Fuckin' the women, livin' the till he done shows
The waitin' and impatient for the next 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 I'm like the rest
All I do I wanna, do you

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2 years went, no, it ain't down
Wanna hit the breaks and take ten but not
Feenin' for home, on the road
fam calls but he ballin', bigger than 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 folks 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 collect for a check"
So, with that bridge lit, the sound took a
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 turn
Like he stranded on, Island
Too to move, too full of fear
in the sand, attached 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', want him to write
So 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

3]

6 years since the
For so at the top
fans but no fam
Could've sworn he to feel so damn depressed
We speakin', like, all together
My brother, it like 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 flop
Simply the of books another made
This dug deep and the time was 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
hit him, tears, droppin' his cup
His hands reached down, it up
His first
A smile onto his face
On the case, a
It went "I know it all a bit rapidly
But how alive the craft made you feel?
Like back on hoover, it was us 2
Now, who are you?"—he
struck a cord, he started to squirm
He knew all but remembering hurt
So he the box, let the contents drop into the fireplace
a glass and just 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
day I'm at my desk
At my desk I'm the rest
All I do I wanna, do you

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