Luyện nghe bài hát There's Alot Going On

Yeah, this just my
to back, top to bottom

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

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

There's a lot goin' on but I stick to the I love
I never claimed to be a perfect man but name a man who was
Consequences of my actions in the years had me stressin' out
It was like, May, I just to L.A., I was tryna figure it out
Medication for depression that I cut turkey, had the kid manic
In an episode out in Hollywood, wildin' out Nick Cannon
Railin' Adderall out a dollar bill, on the bathroom floor
Clean the whole mess up with my nose, what the fuck I need a vacuum
New York on my birthday, June 6th, 2014
I had first meeting with Hov, plus 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 got into a fight
She out the room swingin', hit me in the jaw
I was really tryna her off
But I ended up in the closet with my around her neck
I was trippin',
Too proud to or empathize, I blamed it all on her
Sayin' that she hit me first, even she was the one hurt
I was really just reflectin' all the hurt I was feelin' from the band's rejection
When These Days split, that shit felt like a c-section
And my infidelity and with Natalie on top of the amphetamines
And the ecstasy had me tryna drown down in the Chesapeake
The next month I dropped "Down on My Luck" and had Europe goin'
But I couldn't even it at the time, I was goin' through too much
Now I had to leverage million label deals on the table for my records
In Ibiza paella on the roof, tryna choose over breakfast
Hov with the biddin' war, but I knew the Roc just felt right
When I saw at Wireless, without T-Pain, still a good life
Felt so close Mr. Hudson introduced me to him backstage
He prolly don't even remember that shit... a bitch off Backpage
But at that stage, I was ready to swing for the fence like a batting
At the same time, I was down a low point in my addict phase
The Adderall started wearin' off and I into a deep writer's block
All over a song that I couldn't finish I wrote about signin' to the Roc
Isn't that I was feelin' so psychotic
the whole world excited 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
Linked up with Smoko and Papi Beatz and took it to basics
Then I wrote "Rage," that was me screamin' out the pain
And "U Mad," addressin' my relationship Natalie, it was too bad
The violence and the lies slipped into my mental health
I did acid in the one day and almost killed myself
As I started to fall apart, stars started to align
Oh Mys came to Chicago in at the perfect time
He said Kanye was workin' on an album, and Uzi him one of our songs
He was fly me out, nigga, it was goin' down like the Dow Jones
Pulled up to Westlake, first day I was there, I "Wolves"
I knew I was the one, Lyor meetin' with the oracle
But I had to get a handle 'fore the door was
out on SNL
All the niggas hatin' on me back home at me like, "FML"
A lot of people out the wood like, "Let's work," tryna network
All the pressure makin' my hurt, the molly wouldn't let the meds work
At this time it's Feb. 1st to the 15th, and I'm still addicted
Frustrated, shit for Ye, tryna visualize someone else's vision
Then he laid that 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 that Roc boy SAVEMONEY life
Took the bus out on the for the Traffic tour, did a hundred nights
Cleaned out my closet, I got rid of all of my
If you learn one thing my journey, nigga it's don't stop believin'
When this shit got so suffocatin' I could barely even breathin'
Wrote my wrongs all in song now I'd like to welcome y'all to my season
I'm gone