Luyện nghe bài hát Trying To Find A Balance

They love the taste of
Now I don't know that means, but I know that I mean it
Maybe they're as as they seem
Or I only look out the window when it's scenic
"Atmosphere made a good record."
Yeah right, shit almost sounds convincing
The time I felt a sinking contradictive as this
Was the time we played a show in Cinnci'
"Get real." tell me
If only they knew how real this life really
They would acting like a silly bitch
They would the cock whether or not they believed in it
Doesn't take and that's messed up
Because people do a lot of simple shit to impress us
While everyone was trying to the last man
I was just a trying to catch some Mrs. Pac-Man
ma'am, would you be interested
In some sexual positions and emotional
See, I'm not insane, in fact I'm of rational
When I be askin', "Yo, did all the passion go?"
East coast, West coast, down South,
everybody 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 fucked up to
So sit with my hand down the front of my pants
You can't achieve your goals if you take that chance
So go pry open that trunk and get those (You know!)

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In the days of and Queens 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 to find a balance
I'm trying to a balance

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

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In the days of Kings and I was a jester
Treat me like a God, oh they treat me a leper
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 find my

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