Luyện nghe bài hát Voices In My Head

Eh yo, welcome to my world, please
HEY!

Poison in my veins, I'm torturing my brains,
And I try, aiaiai
in my head, am I alive or am I dead,
Alone I cry,

1:]
Consider, configure,
the that I'm in and the pain, I'm literally going insane
I'm frightened, my and my head have been fightin
I'm that it's hurtin the rest of my body
voices as loud as manhattan come chattin,
They say "Who met us, and let us in?" you know you better than all of these replicates screamin represent
man, c'mon.
And the people inside me say wanna see me go on tragically
And it's evil, cause I'm only 20 something working for crumbs some bread, or nothin

2:]
The the struggle the deeper the trouble,
Come out of the bubble, I'll you to cuddle,
With demons inside me, demon is not me,
These demons inside me they got me, they me from sleepin,
And eatin and keepin it even, and even my for breathin is ceasin',
Sleetin in a danger, my nose when I'm readin, bleedin on paper,
bleedin on paper,
And I'm tired of this violence, so tortured inside,ain't it awkward and overtly open inside, I already died,
Has mom already And why do I feel like I'm over this life,
I'm not hateful, I'm grateful, my is tasteful, livin it up,
I might even blow, a leak in a truck, with a torch and a clutch,
And that leaves all coughin' up dust, and the people,
Inside me say, wanna see me go tragically,
And evil, cause I'm only twenty something, working for a crumb some bread or nothin

2:]
I'm still awake, and it's to six,
I'm trying to and I ain't thought of no shit,
I live with guilt I slaughtered a Sikh,
I live with shame my daughter's a bitch,
I don't living but I still persist,
I sell out but I still resist,
So don't me about no pain and shit,
I was and raised in poverty bitch,
And I smile all the while and complain,
I'm something like Scott Heron,
Do you what it feels like to lose a friend, again and again and again, again
The bitter, the sinner, the killer the poet, the river of within him that's flowin,
I'm the bitter, the sinner, the killer, the poet, the river of within me flowinn,
People me say, the wanna see me goin' tragically,
And it's evil, it's evil, cause I'm twenty something working for a crumb or some bread or nothin

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