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, believe me
been waiting too long
I've takin' it easy
I've stressin' with the situation, no you have to
All the warmth I be having it be from you
my own lab rat, doin' tests for days
Seeing what would fuck my mind up and would put me in my
would show me my light, and guide me out my dark
When my finish line was where I where I start

It isn't
Thinking all I'm
All the wrong I did just bought a business
And these lies that I (Yeah)
And i trip on my
Now I trip on my
And I stay tripping
That's

Wanna, wanna make it, shoot for the stars
Please God make it so I won't fall
Haven't been the writer, not been good with these words
But I'm really writing 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 writer, not been good 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
Pissing of my mom and pop, still me shit
I've been all the drama, smoking in public
I've been missing all the action, being higher bliss
Like some Goodyear running so with these wings on
Threw out my bands and I got me my song
got deep since 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 redder than the rising sun
Smoking so much feel like Cheech and Chong
Off the fucking ganja a Rastaman
jammin' out like god damn
But I, stick to the things
Like Momma cooked meals
That's how love feels, you

Wanna make it, wanna 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 to show what I am and where I wanna

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