Luyện nghe bài hát Trying To Find A Balance

They love the of blood
Now I don't know that means, but I know that I mean it
Maybe as evil as they seem
Or maybe I only look out the window when it's
"Atmosphere finally made a record."
Yeah right, shit almost sounds convincing
The last time I felt a sinking contradictive as
Was the last we played a show in Cinnci'
"Get real." tell me
If only knew how real this life really gets
They would stop acting like a silly
They would respect the whether or not they believed in it
take much and that's messed up
Because these people do a lot of simple to impress us
While everyone was trying to 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, where did all the go?"
coast, West coast, down South, Midwest
Nowadays everybody knows how to get
give me a big yes (YES!)
God Bless America, but she stole the B "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 goals if you don't take that chance
So go pry open that trunk and get those (You know!)

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

So now I a close eye on my pets
Because they make most of moves off of instinct and sense
It's eat, sleep, in self defense
So straight you can set your clocks and place
Wait, let's prey on blind, deaf, dumb,
Hustle, maybe a couple will love you said
drag their feet across a big naked land
With an empty bag of seed and a fake of hands
Yeah I got some last words, ALL OF YA'LL!
Stop writin' raps and go play
Gotta journey the world in a
Cause my attorney didn't put enough on the jury
Guilty of these bombs in the city
But I'm innocent, love is the motive why you're killin 'em
Guilty of settin' my fire in all
But I'm innocent, blame it on my

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In the days of and Queens I was a jester
Treat me 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 gotta my balance
I gotta my balance

Now all my are famous
It's either one or another
They all don't what my name is
Probably know both of my
The one is a hard workin'
The other's a workin' soldier
I'm just your next neighbor
Workin' hard at to stay sober
You for the car at the corner
Pretend like you know the pot is
Won't quit till I hit
And make you my Golden State