Luyện nghe bài hát Time2

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

We fight demons from our past to face new monsters
I ask, are we or unconscious?
My top spin's perpetual, the connection
You sleep reality bites, inception
Protection orders for my Post Stress Disorder
Molested Mexican daughters, across the border
The streets in gold often fade
When the paint use to pave the streets is henna
And greener is the on the other side
Except for when other side is geno
Or sewer, you while you sippin' a cup of Kahlua
That makes me mainline a fucking fifth of Dewars
I'm trying to utilize my to shine here
I realize we only have time here
Dudes on my line try'na sell me a
That'll be me with a nine my mind in Time Square
Like, "Is this how you wanna me?
You know 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 my sins
Help me lift spell

La-la-la-last ye-ye-year hired me
And this-s-s-s we-we-we-we-week the-the-they 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 wife she's
And if the kid not go to college his life's irrelevant
And my-my-my melanin-n-n-n me a felon
And-nd I just wanna this fuckin' c-c-crack and sell it
To the
Panic, I'm a manic depressive mechanic that manages to do damage
To his with Xanax, and it's, like the word "anxiety" is branded panoramic
To the back of my eyelids in a of fonts
Ariel, Bold,
Lost it in Time Square and going is not an option
Is illusion optic
Perhaps it's just a chemical reaction with my Zoloft and
The section of my brain that forms sentences isn't
Danger! Danger! Danger, Will
A ride, Pharcyde, Fatlip, Collagen
My tolerance is and it feels like I'm losing oxygen!

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