Luyện nghe bài hát Trip on My Words

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

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

It isn't
Thinking all I'm
All the wrong I did sorry just bought a
And these that 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 writer, not been good with these words
But I'm writing just to show what I am and where 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 with these words But I'm really writing just to show what I am worth

2]
Throw it way back when, when my was shit
Pissing of my mom and pop, still callin' me
I've been dodging all the drama, in public
I've been missing all the action, being higher than
Like some Goodyear running so fast with 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 grown

3]
Now they wanna my soul, they wanna sell it for gold
But the jokes on them because I don't 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 Momma cooked meals
That's how love feels, you

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

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