Luyện nghe bài hát Trying To Find A Balance

They the taste of blood
Now I don't know that means, but I know that I mean it
Maybe they're as evil as they
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 as this
Was the last we played a show in Cinnci'
"Get real." tell me
If they knew how real this life really gets
They stop 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 ghost to catch some Mrs. Pac-Man
ma'am, would you be interested
In some positions and emotional investments
See, I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of
When I be askin', "Yo, did all the passion go?"
coast, West coast, down South, Midwest
Nowadays everybody 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 goals if you don't that chance
So go pry open that and get those amps (You know!)

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In the days of 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
It's eat, sleep, fuck in self
So you can set your clocks and place bets
Wait, let's prey on blind, deaf, dumb,
Hustle, maybe a couple will love what you
Emcees their feet across a big naked land
With an empty bag of seed and a fake of hands
Yeah I got last words, FUCK ALL OF YA'LL!
Stop writin' raps and go play
Gotta journey the world in a
Cause my attorney didn't put enough girls on the
Guilty of droppin' 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, blame it on my

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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 back and forth both
I'm trying to find a
I'm to build a balance

I gotta find my
I gotta my balance

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