Luyện nghe bài hát Trip on My Words

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

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

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

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

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

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

3]
Now they wanna take my soul, they wanna sell it for
But the jokes on because I don't have one to hold
My redder than the rising sun
Smoking so much reefer like Cheech and Chong
Off the ganja like a Rastaman
jammin' out like god damn
But I, stick to the finer
Like home cooked meals
how love feels, you bitch

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

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