Luyện nghe bài hát Trip on My Words

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

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

It isn't
all I'm thinking
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
absurd

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

Wanna make it, 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 writing just to show what I am worth

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

3]
Now they wanna my soul, they wanna sell it for gold
But the jokes on because I don't have one to hold
My hair's redder than the sun
so much reefer feel like Cheech and Chong
Off the ganja like a Rastaman
jammin' out like god damn
But I, stick to the things
Like home cooked meals
how love 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 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 writer not been good with these words
But I'm really really really really really really wanna