Luyện nghe bài hát Trying To Find A Balance

They love the taste of
Now I don't know what means, but I know that I mean it
Maybe as evil as they seem
Or maybe I only look out the when it's scenic
"Atmosphere finally made a record."
Yeah right, shit almost sounds convincing
The last time I felt a sinking contradictive as
Was the time we played a show in Cinnci'
"Get real." they me
If they knew how real this life really gets
They would acting like a silly bitch
They would respect the cock whether or not they in it
Doesn't much and that's messed up
these people do a lot of simple shit to impress us
While everyone was trying to out-do the man
I was a ghost trying to catch some Mrs. Pac-Man
ma'am, would you be interested
In some positions and emotional investments
See, I'm not insane, in I'm kind of rational
When I be askin', "Yo, did all the passion go?"
coast, West coast, down South, Midwest
Nowadays knows 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 the front of my pants
You can't achieve your goals if you don't take that
So go pry open trunk 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 they me like a leper
You see me move back and forth both
I'm to find a balance
I'm trying to a balance

So now I a close eye on my pets
Because they most of they moves off of instinct and sense
It's eat, sleep, fuck in defense
So straight you can set your clocks and place
Wait, let's on blind, deaf, dumb, dead
Hustle, maybe a couple love what you said
drag their feet across a big naked land
With an bag of seed and a fake shake of hands
Yeah I got some words, FUCK ALL OF YA'LL!
Stop writin' and go play volleyball
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 why you're killin 'em
Guilty of my fire in all fifty
But I'm innocent, blame it on my

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

I gotta my balance
I find my balance

Now all my are famous
either one thing or another
They all don't know what my is
Probably both of my brothers
The one is a hard workin'
The other's a workin' soldier
I'm just your door neighbor
Workin' hard at tryin' to sober
You for the car at the corner
like you know what the pot is
Won't quit I hit California
And make you my Golden goddess