Luyện nghe bài hát Time2

Love, love,
Well well well well
me cleanse my sins
Help me this spell, mmm

We fight demons our past only to face new monsters
I ask, are we or unconscious?
My top perpetual, make the connection
You sleep cause reality bites,
Protection orders for my Post Traumatic Stress
Molested daughters, stretch across the border
The paved in gold often fade
When the paint use to pave the streets is henna
And greener is the grass on the other
Except for that other side is geno
Or sewer, you smile while you a cup of Kahlua
That makes me wanna mainline a fucking fifth of
I'm trying to utilize my to shine here
I realize we only have limited time
Dudes on my try'na sell me a timeshare
be me with a nine losin' my mind in Time Square
Like, "Is this how you treat me?
You what this business was before you hired me
A of shit!
on the floor right now!
Everybody get the down!"

Love, love,
well well well well
Help me cleanse my
Help me this spell

La-la-la-last ye-ye-year hired me
And we-we-we-we-week the-the-they fired me
And I all these b-b-b-b-bills to pay
And what the f-f-f-f-fu-f-f-fuck am I to say
T-t-t-t-to my she's p-p-p-p-pregnant
And if the kid not go to college his life's irrelevant
And melanin-n-n-n makes me a felon
And-nd I just wanna take this fuckin' c-c-crack and it
To the
Panic, I'm a manic depressive that manages to frantically do damage
To his brain Xanax, and it's, like the word "anxiety" is branded panoramic
To the of my eyelids in a variety of fonts
Ariel, Bold,
Lost it in Time and going home is not an option
Is illusion optic
it's just a chemical reaction with my Zoloft and acidophilus
The section of my brain that forms sentences isn't
Danger! Danger! Danger, Robinson
A bizarre ride, Pharcyde, Fatlip,
My is volatile and it feels like I'm losing oxygen!

Love, love,
Well well well well
Help me cleanse my
me lift this spell, mmm