Luyện nghe bài hát There's Alot Going On

Yeah, this my life
Front to back, top to

Everything's changing me
These days don't feel the
We all lost faith and family
Why we play this game?
Lord have on me
I've a sinnin' man
Pull out my wings, jump off the and crash in a plane
If I land...

Know I die
We forever in my mind
And I say
We live forever, that life

There's a lot goin' on but I to the ones I love
I never claimed to be a perfect man but a great man who was
Consequences of my actions in the years had me stressin' out
It was like, May, I just moved to L.A., I was tryna it out
Medication for depression I cut cold turkey, had the kid manic
In an episode out in Hollywood, wildin' out Nick Cannon
Railin' pills out a dollar bill, on the bathroom floor
Clean the whole mess up my nose, what the fuck I need a vacuum for?
New York City on my birthday, June 6th,
I had that first meeting with Hov, I brought out the whole team
I drank that whole bottle of Ty Ty gave me that night
When we left the club after Rap Genius house me and shorty got a fight
She out the room swingin', hit me in the jaw
I was really fend her off
But I ended up in the with my hands around her neck
I was trippin',
Too proud to or empathize, I blamed it all on her
that she hit me first, even though she was the one hurt
I was really reflectin' all the hurt that I was feelin' from the band's rejection
Kids These Days split, that shit felt like a c-section
And my infidelity and jealousy with on top of the amphetamines
And the ecstasy had me tryna drown face down in the
The next month I dropped "Down on My Luck" and had Europe nuts
But I couldn't appreciate it at the time, I was goin' through too much
Now I had to leverage million dollar label on the table for my records
In Ibiza eatin' on the roof, tryna choose over breakfast
Hov wasn't with the biddin' war, but I knew the Roc just right
When I saw Kanye at Wireless, T-Pain, still a good life
Felt so close when Mr. Hudson me to him backstage
He prolly don't even remember shit... like a bitch off Backpage
But at stage, I was ready to swing for the fence like a batting cage
At the same time, I was windin' down a low in my addict phase
The Adderall started off and I went into a deep writer's block
All over a song that I couldn't that I wrote about signin' to the Roc
Isn't that ironic? I was so psychotic
With the whole world excited for me and my sayin' I got it
Shit got bad out in L.A., so I back home to my mom's basement
Linked up Smoko and Papi Beatz and took it back to basics
Then I wrote "Rage," was me screamin' out through the pain
And "U Mad," addressin' my relationship Natalie, it was too bad
The violence and the lies slipped suicide into my health
I did acid in the studio one day and almost killed
As I started to fall apart, certain started to align
Oh Mys came to Chicago in at the perfect time
He said was workin' on an album, and Uzi played him one of our songs
He was tryna fly me out, nigga, it was down like the Dow Jones
Pulled up to Westlake, first day I was there, I "Wolves"
I knew I was the one, like Lyor meetin' with the
But I had to get a handle 'fore the was pulled
out on SNL
All the niggas hatin' on me back lookin' at me like, "FML"
A lot of people comin' out the wood like, "Let's work," network
All the pressure makin' my hurt, the molly wouldn't let the meds work
At time it's like Feb. 1st to the 15th, and I'm still addicted
Frustrated, writin' for Ye, tryna visualize someone else's vision
Then he laid that verse on "U Mad" and we made the shit the
Ye and Hov gettin' it over me, tryna do a joint venture
And G.O.O.D. Music still fam, but it's that Roc boy life
the bus out on the road for the Traffic tour, did a hundred nights
Cleaned out my closet, I got rid of all of my
If you learn one thing from my journey, it's don't stop believin'
When this shit got so suffocatin' I could barely keep breathin'
Wrote my wrongs all in this song now I'd to welcome y'all to my season
Nigga I'm