Luyện nghe bài hát Trying To Find A Balance

They love the taste of
Now I don't know what that means, but I that I mean it
Maybe they're as as they seem
Or maybe I only look out the when it's scenic
"Atmosphere finally made a record."
Yeah right, that almost sounds convincing
The last time I felt a sinking as this
Was the last time we played a in Cinnci'
"Get real." tell me
If only they how real this life really gets
They would stop acting a silly bitch
They respect the cock whether or not they believed in it
take much and that's messed up
Because these people do a lot of simple to impress us
While everyone was to out-do the last man
I was just a ghost trying to some Mrs. Pac-Man
Hello ma'am, would you be
In some sexual and emotional investments
See, I'm not insane, in I'm kind of rational
When I be askin', "Yo, did all the passion go?"
East coast, West coast, down South,
Nowadays knows how to get fresh
Somebody me a big yes (YES!)
God Bless America, but she stole the B "Bless" (Accept it)
Now I'm too up to dance
So I'ma sit with my hand down the of my pants
You can't achieve your goals if you don't take that
So go pry open that trunk and get those (You know!)

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In the days of Kings and Queens I was a
Treat me like a God, oh they treat me like a
You see me move and forth between both
I'm trying to a balance
I'm trying to build a

So now I keep a close eye on my
Because they make most of they moves off of instinct and
eat, sleep, fuck in self defense
So straight you can set your and place bets
Wait, prey on blind, deaf, dumb, dead
Hustle, maybe a couple love what you said
Emcees drag feet across a big naked land
an empty bag of seed and a fake shake of hands
Yeah I got some last words, ALL OF YA'LL!
Stop writin' raps and go play
Gotta journey the in a hurry
Cause my didn't put enough girls on the jury
Guilty of droppin' these bombs in the
But I'm innocent, love is the motive that's why you're 'em
Guilty of settin' my fire in all
But I'm innocent, blame it on my

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In the days of Kings and Queens I was a
Treat me like a God, oh they treat me like a
You see me back and forth between both
I'm trying to find a
I'm trying to a balance

I gotta find my
I gotta my balance

Now all my friends are
It's either one thing or
all don't know what my name is
Probably know both of my
The one is a hard workin'
The other's a hard soldier
I'm just your next door
Workin' hard at to stay sober
You wait for the car at the
Pretend you know what the pot is
Won't quit till I hit
And you my Golden State goddess