Luyện nghe bài hát Trip on My Words

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

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

It isn't
all I'm thinking
All the I did sorry just bought a business
And these lies that I (Yeah)
And i trip on my
Now I on my words
And then I 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 been good with these
But I'm really writing just to show I am and where I wanna

Wanna make it, wanna shoot for the
Please God make it so I fall short
Haven't been the best writer, not been good with 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, smoking in
been missing all the action, being higher than bliss
Like Goodyear running so fast with these wings on
out my bands and I got me my Scot song
Voice got deep 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 redder than the rising sun
Smoking so much reefer feel like and Chong
Off the fucking like a Rastaman
Still jammin' out god damn
But I, to the finer things
Like Momma home 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 been the best writer not been good with these
But I'm really writing just to show what I am and I wanna

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