Luyện nghe bài hát Trip on My Words

I dead-ass woke up in the I was wearing last night
Your a little greasy

1]
Oh god mother, father, believe me
I've been too long
I've been it easy
been stressin' with the situation, no you have to
All the warmth I be it be coming from you
Been my own lab rat, tests for days
Seeing what would fuck my mind up and would put me in my
What would me my light, and guide me out my dark
When my finish line was I began where I start

It easy
Thinking all I'm
All the wrong I did just bought a business
And these lies I told (Yeah)
And i on my words
Now I trip on my
And then I stay
That's

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

2]
Throw it way back when, when my was shit
Pissing of my mom and pop, callin' me shit
been dodging all the drama, smoking in public
I've been missing all the action, higher than bliss
Like some Goodyear running so fast these wings on
Threw out my bands and I got me my Scot
Voice got deep since the
me in my eyes, man
This boy is grown

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

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

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