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 they're as evil as seem
Or maybe I look out the window when it's scenic
"Atmosphere made a good record."
Yeah right, that almost sounds convincing
The time I felt a sinking contradictive as this
Was the time we played a show in Cinnci'
"Get real." they me
If they knew how real this life really gets
would stop acting like a silly bitch
They would 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
While everyone was trying to out-do the man
I was just a ghost trying to 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 of rational
When I be askin', "Yo, where did all the go?"
coast, West coast, down South, Midwest
Nowadays everybody how to get fresh
give me a big yes (YES!)
God America, but she stole the B from "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 goals if you don't take that chance
So go pry open trunk and get those amps (You know!)

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

So now I keep a eye on my pets
they make most of they moves off of instinct and sense
It's eat, sleep, in self defense
So straight you can set clocks and place bets
Wait, let's prey on blind, deaf, dumb,
Hustle, maybe a couple will love what you
Emcees drag their feet across a big naked
With an empty bag of seed and a fake of hands
Yeah I got some words, FUCK ALL OF YA'LL!
writin' raps and go play volleyball
Gotta journey the in a hurry
Cause my attorney didn't put girls on the jury
Guilty of these bombs in the city
But I'm innocent, love is the motive that's why killin 'em
of settin' 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 like a
You see me back and forth between both
I'm trying to find a
I'm trying to build a

I gotta find my
I find my balance

Now all my are famous
It's either one thing or
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 wait for the car at the
like you know what the pot is
Won't quit I hit California
And make you my Golden State