Luyện nghe bài hát Vice Grip

1:]
Look at what the cat dragged in, still breathing last air
Hand shaking cause the vice fights fair
And you're relating cause you struggle the same shit
And the threat of addiction off with the same sip
Drowning, holding on to and everything around me,
Staring down the of a browning
Scowering, for any chance that allows me
To sip another bad taste down and devour it
Young bright and bold with a bottle for a friend and a full of holes
No diamond in a stocking of coal
listen to the world when it told me I should slow my roll
It's abusive, but hands on a women,
Choked a couple bottle and pounced when I shouldn't
If the proof is in the I done ate it all up,
Instead of the taste I love

I'm on that shit again and I don't come back down
I hold my broken crown in
Pour my shot to the ground
You're on that shit again, to overload my mound
You always me round in circles till I'm forced to hit the clouds
I come down
2:]
What's your of high, huh?
lifted on a smoke cloud,
Moderately poisoning until you zone out?
Stick the dragon in your veins, sniffing and Cain,
another Styrofoam cup to your mouth
Me? I got my own way to get up,
Starts with a rocks glass and ends with a
And all the while I've been camouflaging my
I don't do the harder drugs cause I slip up
Slip up - yeah that kid up,
Rehabilitated twice and straight to the pub
I got my freaking out about his son
And I'm juggling the stress of an artist by drunk
No
I escape like the of them, no thought, no faith like the rest of them
I've been focusing and so hard
That I a little bit of R&R, right?

I'm on that shit again and I wanna come back down
I hold my broken in pieces
Pour my last shot to the
on that shit again, trying to overload my mound
You chase me round in circles till I'm forced to hit the clouds
I won't come
3:]
I claimed to be a saint, shit
I built a life off of
And cheers to my flaws with a chipped glass
The sick fact is I'm happy when I'm
At least a little bit, I smile like a lit
But I'm aware I'm just blinded by the blanket of it
And stress doesn't get relinquished just by drinking
And I don't if I'm addicted to the feeling or the fact
That I can make a exit without thinking of it
Hell, I guess I'm all the signs huh?
And redirecting to alcohol defines fun
And I'll admit that I've been known to have a time,
But promised I'd never cross the line
But never learned to draw it, it, write it with a goal,
Make it so the night train never to go
I'm as vulnerable as any of you other Joe
And got a couple little of my own.

I'm on that again and I don't wanna come back down
I hold my broken in pieces
Pour my last shot to the
You're on that shit again, to overload my mound
You always chase me round in till I'm forced to hit the clouds
I come down