Luyện nghe bài hát There's Alot Going On

Yeah, this just my
to back, top to bottom

Everything's around me
These don't feel the same
We all lost and lost family
Why must we play this
Lord mercy on me
I've been a man
Pull out my wings, jump off the bridge and 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 on but I stick to the ones I love
I never claimed to be a man but name a great man who was
Consequences of my actions in the past had me stressin' out
It was like, May, I just moved to L.A., I was tryna it out
Medication for that I cut cold turkey, had the kid manic
In an out in Hollywood, wildin' out like Nick Cannon
Railin' pills out a dollar bill, on the bathroom floor
Clean the whole mess up with my nose, what the fuck I a vacuum for?
New City on my birthday, June 6th, 2014
I had that first meeting with Hov, plus I brought out the team
I that whole bottle of D'usse Ty Ty gave me that night
When we the club after Rap Genius house me and shorty got into a fight
She out the room swingin', hit me in the jaw
I was tryna fend her off
But I ended up in the closet with my hands her neck
I was trippin',
Too to apologize or empathize, I blamed it all on her
Sayin' that she hit me first, though she was the one hurt
I was really just reflectin' all the that I was feelin' from the band's rejection
Kids These Days split, that shit felt like a c-section
And my infidelity and with Natalie on top of the amphetamines
And the had me tryna drown face down in the Chesapeake
The next month I "Down on My Luck" and had Europe goin' nuts
But I couldn't even appreciate it at the time, I was goin' through too
Now I had to leverage million dollar deals on the table for my records
In Ibiza eatin' paella on the roof, tryna choose over
Hov wasn't with the war, but I knew the Roc just felt right
When I saw Kanye at Wireless, without T-Pain, still a good
Felt so close when Mr. Hudson me to him backstage
He prolly don't remember 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 windin' down a low point in my phase
The Adderall started wearin' off and I went into a deep writer's
All over a song that I couldn't finish I wrote about signin' to the Roc
Isn't that ironic? I was so psychotic
With the whole world for me and my idol sayin' I got it
Shit got bad out in L.A., so I moved back to my mom's basement
up with Smoko and Papi Beatz and took it back to basics
Then I wrote "Rage," that was me screamin' out the pain
And "U Mad," my relationship with Natalie, it was too bad
The violence and the lies slipped suicide into my mental
I did acid in the studio one day and killed myself
As I started to fall apart, certain started 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 down like the Dow Jones
Pulled up to Westlake, day I was there, I recorded "Wolves"
I knew I was the one, like Lyor meetin' the oracle
But I had to get a handle 'fore the was pulled
out on SNL
All the hatin' on me back home lookin' at me like, "FML"
A lot of people comin' out the like, "Let's work," tryna network
All the pressure makin' my head hurt, the molly let the meds work
At this 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 laid verse on "U Mad" and we made the shit the single
Ye and Hov gettin' into it over me, tryna do a joint
And G.O.O.D. Music still fam, but it's Roc boy SAVEMONEY life
Took the bus out on the road for the Traffic tour, did a nights
Cleaned out my closet, I got rid of all of my
If you learn one thing from my journey, nigga don't stop believin'
this shit got so suffocatin' I could barely even keep breathin'
Wrote my all in this song now I'd like to welcome y'all to my season
I'm gone