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 hell to life by the sack, he fell back
Upon his bed, not on his 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 taught himself to
The work had gained attention
months of him droppin' it
Low in his gut like helium up
Surprising him, never did he
Feel it was so cement, sure, he hoped it
But now his whole hometown Dayme
Broke for not longer
These kids peep more
He so hype they adore and this that he
Steady, steppin' into it's already,
Inches from sealed, no returnin' to outside
This what he craved, (uh)
Now he tour-bound,
But his a bit depraved
Fuckin' the women, livin' the villain till he shows
The masses waitin' and for the next one
He a break but they 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
Every day I'm at my
At my desk I'm the rest
All I do I wanna, do you

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2 went, no, it ain't slow down
hit the breaks and take ten but not allowed
Feenin' for home, on the road
Missed fam calls but he ballin', bigger Kong
Coke and strong blurry the phone
His mentor out like "all you got you givin' up
Go live it up but breath a bit, you gon' your top"
"Wait, dude, you
You jealous of me cause folks sayin' I'm way
You old ass news, get a clue, my oil untapped
some virgin rap, dick
Dust, is all you
I ain't some you finna collect for a check"
So, with that bridge lit, the sound a dive
Those who came before were miles away from his mind
A called denial
A to the next zero, bite the newest style
He it too but damn
He turn around
Like he stranded on, Zombie
Too to move, too full of fear
Trapped in the sand, attached to a
the handouts, circles of yes-men
No one to him grow, old fans
Claimin' he sold out, new ones hate the old
Crippling anxiety holds tight, he so in
Nobodies helpin', they him to write
So 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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6 since the drop
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 like his soul got
in a box he fell in
He could not exit his
Xanax and E
No letters, the had ceased
Brought in a team, even producin' a beat
veteran flop
Simply the cover of books made
This dug deep and the was catchin' 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 weeks later, he it up
Reality hit him, tears, his cup
His hands reached down, it up
His release
A smile smacked onto his
On the case, a
It "I know it all happened a bit rapidly
But recall how alive the craft you feel?
Like back on hoover, it was us 2
Now, who are you?"—he
This struck a cord, he to squirm
He knew all tracks but hurt
So he the box, let the contents drop into the fireplace
Grabbed a glass and just away

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

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