Luyện nghe bài hát Trying To Find A Balance

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

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In the of Kings and Queens I was a jester
Treat me like a God, oh treat me like a leper
You see me move back and between both
I'm trying to find a
I'm trying to build a

So now I keep a eye on my pets
Because they make most of they off of instinct and sense
eat, sleep, fuck in self defense
So straight you can set your clocks and bets
Wait, let's on blind, deaf, dumb, dead
Hustle, a couple will love what you said
drag their feet across a big naked land
With an empty bag of seed and a fake shake of
I got some last words, FUCK ALL OF YA'LL!
Stop raps and go play volleyball
Gotta the world in a hurry
my attorney didn't put enough girls on the jury
Guilty of droppin' these in the city
But I'm innocent, is the motive that's why you're killin 'em
Guilty of settin' my in all fifty
But I'm innocent, blame it on my

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

I gotta my balance
I find my balance

Now all my are famous
It's either one or another
They all know what my name is
Probably know of my brothers
The one is a workin' savior
The other's a hard workin'
I'm just next door neighbor
Workin' hard at to stay sober
You for the car at the corner
like you know what the pot is
Won't till I hit California
And make you my Golden State