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 I mean it
Maybe they're as as they seem
Or maybe I only look out the window when scenic
"Atmosphere finally a good record."
Yeah right, shit almost sounds convincing
The time I felt a sinking contradictive as this
Was the last time we played a in Cinnci'
"Get real." they me
If only they knew how this life really gets
They would stop acting a silly bitch
They would respect the cock whether or not believed in it
take much and that's messed up
Because these people do a lot of shit to impress us
While everyone was to out-do the last man
I was just a ghost trying to catch some Mrs.
Hello ma'am, you be interested
In some positions and emotional investments
See, I'm not insane, in I'm kind of rational
I be askin', "Yo, where did all the passion go?"
East coast, West coast, South, Midwest
Nowadays everybody knows how to get
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 down the front of my
You can't achieve your goals if you don't take chance
So go pry open that trunk and get those (You know!)

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In the days of Kings and 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 to find a balance
I'm trying to a balance

So now I keep a eye on my pets
they make most of they moves off of instinct and sense
It's eat, sleep, fuck in defense
So straight you can set clocks and place bets
Wait, let's on blind, deaf, dumb, dead
Hustle, maybe a couple love what 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
Gotta journey the world in a
Cause my attorney didn't put girls on the jury
Guilty of droppin' these in the city
But I'm innocent, love is the motive that's why you're '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 a God, oh they treat me like a leper
You see me move and forth between both
I'm to find a balance
I'm to build a balance

I gotta find my
I gotta find my

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