Luyện nghe bài hát Trying To Find A Balance

They the taste of blood
Now I don't know what that means, but I know that I it
they're as evil as they seem
Or maybe I only look out the window it's scenic
"Atmosphere finally made a record."
Yeah right, that almost sounds convincing
The last time I felt a sinking as this
Was the time we played a show in Cinnci'
"Get real." they me
If only they knew how real this life gets
They would stop acting a silly bitch
They respect the cock whether or not they believed in it
Doesn't much and that's messed up
Because these people do a lot of simple shit to us
While everyone was trying to the last man
I was just a ghost trying to catch 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
everybody 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 fucked up to
So I'ma sit my hand down the front of my pants
You can't achieve your if you don't take that chance
So go pry open that trunk and get those (You know!)

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

So now I keep a eye on my pets
Because they make most of they off of instinct and sense
It's eat, sleep, fuck in self
So straight you can set clocks and place bets
Wait, let's on blind, deaf, dumb, dead
Hustle, maybe a couple will love you said
Emcees drag their across a big naked land
With an empty bag of seed and a fake 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, is the motive that's why you're killin 'em
Guilty of settin' my in all fifty
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 back and forth both
I'm trying to find a
I'm trying to build a

I gotta find my
I gotta my balance

Now all my friends are
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' at tryin' to stay 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 State