Luyện nghe bài hát Trip on My Words

I dead-ass woke up in the clothes I was last night
boy's a little greasy

1]
Oh god mother, father, please me
been waiting too long
I've been takin' it
I've been stressin' the situation, no you have to
All the warmth I be having it be from you
Been my own lab rat, doin' for days
what would fuck my mind up and would put me in my place
What would show me my light, and me out my dark
When my finish line was I began where I start

It isn't
all I'm thinking
All the I did sorry just bought a business
And lies that I told (Yeah)
And i on my words
Now I on my words
And I stay tripping
absurd

Wanna, wanna it, wanna shoot for the stars
Please God make it so I won't fall
Haven't been the best writer, not good with these words
But I'm really writing just to what I am and where I wanna

Wanna it, wanna shoot for the stars
Please God make it so I fall short
Haven't been the best writer, not been good these words But I'm really writing just to show what I am worth

2]
Throw it way back when, my diet was shit
Pissing of my mom and pop, still callin' me
I've been dodging all the drama, in public
I've missing all the action, being higher than bliss
some Goodyear running so fast with these wings on
Threw out my bands and I got me my song
Voice got since the seven-old
me in my eyes, man
This boy is fully

3]
Now wanna take my soul, they wanna sell it for gold
But the jokes on them I don't have one to hold
My hair's redder than the sun
Smoking so reefer feel like Cheech and Chong
Off the fucking ganja a Rastaman
jammin' out like god damn
But I, stick to the things
Momma home cooked meals
That's how love feels, you

Wanna make it, wanna for the stars
Please God make it so I won't fall
Haven't been the best writer not been good with words
But I'm really just to show what I am and where I wanna

Wanna make it, shoot for the stars
Please God make it so I won't fall
Haven't been the best writer not been with these words
But I'm really really really really really really wanna