Luyện nghe bài hát Vice Grip

1:]
Look at the cat dragged in, still breathing last night's air
Hand shaking cause the vice never fights
And you're relating cause you struggle the same shit
And wrote the threat of addiction off with the sip
Drowning, holding on to and everything around me,
Staring down the of a browning
Scowering, looking for any chance allows me
To sip another bad taste down and it whole
Young bright and bold with a bottle for a friend and a heart full of
No diamond in a full of coal
listen to the world when 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 is in the pudding I done ate it all up,
of savoring the taste I love

I'm on that again and I don't wanna come back down
I hold my broken crown in
Pour my last shot to the
You're on that again, trying to overload my mound
You always chase me round in circles till I'm to hit the clouds
I won't come
2:]
What's your of high, huh?
Getting on a smoke cloud,
Moderately poisoning until you zone out?
the dragon in your veins, sniffing Adderall and Cain,
Tilt another cup to your mouth
Me? I got my own way to get up,
Starts with a rocks glass and with a hiccup
And all the while I've camouflaging my symptoms
Like I don't do the harder drugs I slip up
up - yeah that kid slipped up,
Rehabilitated and skipped straight to the pub
I got my pops out about his son
And I'm juggling the stress of an artist by getting
No
I like the rest of them, no thought, no faith like the rest of them
I've focusing and fighting so hard
That I a little bit of R&R, right?

I'm on shit again and I don't wanna come back down
I hold my broken in pieces
my last shot to the ground
You're on that shit again, trying to overload my
You always chase me round in till I'm forced to hit the clouds
I won't come
3:]
I never to be a saint, shit
I a life off of mishaps
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 like a lit candle
But I'm that 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 little exit without of it
Hell, I guess I'm all the signs huh?
And redirecting to alcohol defines fun
And I'll that I've been known to have a good time,
But promised that I'd never the line
But never to draw it, call it, write it with a goal,
Make it so the train never gets to go
I'm as as any of you other Joe Shmoe's
And got a little vices of my own.

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