Luyện nghe bài hát Trying To Find A Balance

They love the taste of
Now I know what that means, but I know that I mean it
Maybe they're as evil as they
Or maybe I look out the window when it's scenic
"Atmosphere finally made a record."
Yeah right, that shit 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 real this life gets
They stop acting like a silly bitch
would respect the cock whether or not they believed in it
Doesn't take much and messed up
Because these do a lot of simple shit to impress us
everyone was trying to out-do the last man
I was just a ghost to catch some Mrs. Pac-Man
Hello ma'am, would you be
In some sexual 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 knows how to get fresh
Somebody me a big yes (YES!)
God America, but she stole 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 achieve your goals if you take that chance
So go pry open trunk and get those amps (You know!)

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

So now I keep a eye on my pets
Because make most of they moves off of instinct and sense
It's eat, sleep, fuck in defense
So you can set your clocks and place bets
Wait, prey on blind, deaf, dumb, dead
Hustle, maybe a couple love what you said
Emcees drag their feet across a big naked
With an bag of seed and a fake shake of hands
I got some last words, FUCK ALL OF YA'LL!
Stop writin' and go play volleyball
journey the world in a hurry
Cause my attorney put enough girls on the jury
Guilty of droppin' bombs in the city
But I'm innocent, love is the that's why you're killin 'em
of settin' my fire in all fifty
But I'm innocent, it on my equilibrium

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

I find my balance
I gotta my balance

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