Luyện nghe bài hát Trying To Find A Balance

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

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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 move back and between both
I'm to find a balance
I'm to build a balance

So now I keep a close eye on my
Because they make most of they moves off of instinct and
It's eat, sleep, fuck in defense
So straight you can set your and place bets
Wait, let's prey on blind, deaf, dumb,
Hustle, a couple will 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 these bombs in the city
But I'm innocent, love is the motive that's why you're 'em
Guilty of my fire in all fifty
But I'm innocent, it on my equilibrium

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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 to find a balance
I'm trying to build a

I gotta my balance
I gotta find my

Now all my are famous
It's either one thing or
They all know what my name is
Probably both of my brothers
The one is a hard savior
The a hard workin' soldier
I'm just your next neighbor
Workin' at tryin' to stay sober
You wait for the car at the
Pretend like you know the pot is
quit till I hit California
And you my Golden State goddess