Luyện nghe bài hát There's Alot Going On

Yeah, this my life
Front to back, top to

changing around me
These days feel the same
We all faith and lost family
Why must we this game?
Lord mercy on me
I've a sinnin' man
Pull out my wings, jump off the bridge and in a plane
If I land...

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

There's a lot goin' on but I stick to the ones I
I claimed to be a perfect man but name a great man who was
Consequences of my actions in the past years had me out
It was like, May, I just moved to L.A., I was figure it out
Medication for depression I cut cold turkey, had the kid manic
In an episode out in Hollywood, wildin' out like Nick
Railin' Adderall pills out a bill, on the bathroom floor
Clean the whole mess up with my nose, what the fuck I a vacuum for?
New York City on my birthday, 6th, 2014
I had that first meeting with Hov, plus I out the whole team
I that whole bottle of D'usse Ty Ty gave me that night
When we left the club after Rap Genius house me and shorty got a fight
She came out the swingin', hit me in the jaw
I was tryna fend her off
But I ended up in the closet with my hands around her
I was trippin',
Too proud to apologize or empathize, I it all on her
that she hit me first, even though she was the one hurt
I was really just reflectin' all the hurt that I was from the band's rejection
When Kids These Days split, that shit felt a c-section
And my infidelity and jealousy with on top of the amphetamines
And the ecstasy had me tryna drown face in the Chesapeake
The next month I dropped "Down on My Luck" and had Europe nuts
But I couldn't even appreciate it at the time, I was through too much
Now I had to leverage million dollar label deals on the for my records
In Ibiza eatin' paella on the roof, tryna over breakfast
Hov wasn't the biddin' war, but I knew the Roc just felt right
When I saw at Wireless, without T-Pain, still a good life
so close when Mr. Hudson introduced me to him backstage
He prolly don't even that shit... like a bitch off Backpage
But at that stage, I was ready to swing for the like a batting cage
At the same time, I was down a low point in my addict phase
The Adderall started wearin' off and I went a deep writer's block
All over a song that I couldn't finish that I about signin' to the Roc
that ironic? I was feelin' so psychotic
With the world excited for me and my idol sayin' I got it
got bad out in L.A., so I moved back home to my mom's basement
Linked up with Smoko and Papi Beatz and it back to basics
Then I "Rage," that 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 mental
I did in the studio one day and almost killed myself
As I started to fall apart, certain stars to align
Oh Mys came to Chicago in January at the perfect
He said was workin' on an album, and Uzi played him one of our songs
He was tryna fly me out, nigga, it was goin' down like the Dow
Pulled up to Westlake, first day I was there, I "Wolves"
I I was the one, like Lyor meetin' with the oracle
But I had to get a handle the door was pulled
out on SNL
All the niggas hatin' on me back lookin' at me like, "FML"
A lot of comin' out the wood like, "Let's work," tryna network
All the pressure makin' my head hurt, the wouldn't let the meds work
At time it's like Feb. 1st to the 15th, and I'm still addicted
Frustrated, writin' shit for Ye, visualize someone else's vision
Then he that verse on "U Mad" and we made the shit the single
Ye and Hov gettin' into it over me, do a joint venture
And G.O.O.D. Music still fam, but it's that Roc boy life
Took the bus out on the for the Traffic tour, did a hundred nights
out my closet, I got rid of all of my demons
If you learn one thing from my journey, nigga it's don't stop
this shit got so suffocatin' I could barely even keep breathin'
Wrote my wrongs all in this song now I'd like to y'all to my season
Nigga I'm