Luyện nghe bài hát Vice Grip

1:]
Look at the cat dragged in, still breathing last night's air
Hand shaking cause the vice fights fair
And you're relating you struggle with the same shit
And wrote the threat of addiction off with the sip
Drowning, holding on to anything and around me,
down the barrel of a browning
Scowering, for any chance that allows me
To sip another bad taste and devour it whole
Young bright and bold a bottle for a friend and a heart full of holes
No diamond in a full of coal
Never listen to the world it told me I should slow my roll
It's abusive, but never on a women,
Choked a bottle necks and pounced when I shouldn't
If the proof is in the I done ate it all up,
of savoring the taste I love

I'm on that shit again and I wanna come back down
I hold my crown in pieces
Pour my last shot to the
You're on that shit again, trying to my mound
You always chase me in circles till I'm forced to hit the clouds
I come down
2:]
What's your meaning of high,
Getting lifted on a cloud,
Moderately poisoning until you zone out?
Stick the in your veins, sniffing Adderall and Cain,
another Styrofoam cup to your mouth
Me? I got my own way to get up,
Starts with a rocks glass and ends a hiccup
And all the while I've camouflaging my symptoms
Like I don't do the harder drugs cause I up
up - yeah that kid slipped up,
Rehabilitated twice and skipped to the pub
I got my freaking out about his son
And I'm juggling the of an artist by getting drunk
No
I escape like the rest of them, no thought, no faith the rest of them
I've been focusing and fighting so
I deserve a little bit of R&R, right?

I'm on that shit again and I don't wanna come down
I my broken crown in pieces
Pour my last to the ground
You're on that shit again, to overload my mound
You always chase me round in circles I'm forced to hit the clouds
I won't down
3:]
I claimed to be a saint, shit
I a life off of mishaps
And proudly to my flaws with a chipped glass
The sick fact is I'm happy I'm shit-canned
At a little bit, I smile like a lit candle
But I'm that I'm just blinded by the blanket of it
And stress doesn't get relinquished by drinking something
And I don't if I'm addicted to the feeling or the fact
I can make a little 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 to have a good time,
But promised I'd never cross the line
But never learned to draw it, call it, write it a goal,
Make it so the night train never to go
I'm as as any of you other Joe Shmoe's
And got a couple little of my own.

I'm on that again and I don't wanna come back down
I hold my crown 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 down