Luyện nghe bài hát Trying To Find A Balance

They love the of blood
Now I don't know what that means, but I know I mean it
Maybe as evil as they seem
Or maybe I only look out the window 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 last we played a show in Cinnci'
"Get real." tell me
If only they knew how this life really gets
They would acting like a silly bitch
They would respect the whether or not they believed in it
Doesn't much and that's messed up
Because these people do a lot of simple to impress us
While everyone was to out-do the last man
I was just a ghost trying to catch some Mrs.
ma'am, would 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, coast, down South, Midwest
Nowadays everybody 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 up to dance
So I'ma sit with my hand down the of my pants
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 a God, oh they treat me like a leper
You see me move back and forth between
I'm to find a balance
I'm trying to build a

So now I keep a close eye on my
Because they make of they moves off of instinct and sense
It's eat, sleep, fuck in defense
So straight you can set clocks and place bets
Wait, let's on blind, deaf, dumb, dead
Hustle, maybe a couple love what you said
Emcees their feet across a big naked land
With an empty bag of seed and a shake of hands
I got some last words, FUCK ALL OF YA'LL!
Stop writin' and go play volleyball
Gotta the world in a hurry
Cause my attorney didn't put girls on the jury
Guilty of droppin' these bombs in the
But I'm innocent, love is the motive that's why killin 'em
of settin' my fire in all fifty
But I'm innocent, it on my equilibrium

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In the days of and Queens I was a jester
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 trying to build a

I find 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 both of my brothers
The one is a workin' savior
The other's a hard workin'
I'm just your next door
Workin' hard at to stay sober
You for the car at the corner
Pretend like you know the pot is
Won't quit I hit California
And you my Golden State goddess