Luyện nghe bài hát Trying To Find A Balance

They the taste of blood
Now I know what 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 finally made a record."
right, that shit almost sounds convincing
The last time I felt a sinking contradictive as
Was the time we played a show in Cinnci'
"Get real." tell me
If only they knew how real this really gets
would stop acting like a silly bitch
They would respect the cock or not they believed in it
take much and that's messed up
Because people do a lot of simple shit to impress us
While everyone was to out-do the last man
I was just a ghost to catch some Mrs. Pac-Man
Hello ma'am, you be interested
In some positions and emotional investments
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,
Nowadays knows how to get fresh
give 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 my hand down the front of my pants
You can't your goals if you don't take that chance
So go pry that trunk and get those amps (You know!)

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

So now I a close eye on my pets
they make most of they moves off of instinct and sense
It's eat, sleep, fuck in self
So straight you can set your clocks and bets
Wait, let's on blind, deaf, dumb, dead
Hustle, maybe a couple will what you said
Emcees drag their feet across a big land
With an empty bag of seed and a fake shake of
Yeah I got last words, FUCK ALL OF YA'LL!
Stop writin' raps and go volleyball
Gotta journey the in a hurry
Cause my attorney didn't put enough 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 settin' my fire in all
But I'm innocent, it on my equilibrium

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

I find my balance
I gotta find my

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