Luyện nghe bài hát Trip on My Words

I dead-ass woke up in the clothes I was wearing last
Your boy's a greasy

1]
Oh god mother, father, believe me
I've waiting too long
been takin' it easy
I've stressin' with the situation, no you have to
All the I be having it be coming from you
Been my own lab rat, tests for days
Seeing what would fuck my mind up and would put me in my
What show me my light, and guide me out my dark
When my finish line was where I began where I

It easy
Thinking all I'm
All the I did sorry just bought a business
And lies that I told (Yeah)
And i on my words
Now I trip on my
And I stay tripping
That's

Wanna, wanna make it, wanna for the stars
Please God make it so I fall short
Haven't been the best writer, not good with these words
But I'm really writing just to show I am and where I wanna

Wanna it, wanna shoot for the stars
Please God make it so I fall short
Haven't been the writer, not been good with these words But I'm really writing just to show what I am worth

2]
Throw it way back when, when my diet was
Pissing of my mom and pop, callin' me shit
I've been all the drama, smoking in public
been missing all the action, being higher than bliss
Like some Goodyear so fast with these wings on
Threw out my bands and I got me my Scot
Voice got since the seven-old
me in my eyes, man
This boy is grown

3]
Now they wanna take my soul, they wanna sell it for
But the jokes on them because I don't one to hold
My redder than the rising sun
Smoking so much reefer like Cheech and Chong
Off the ganja like a Rastaman
Still jammin' out god damn
But I, stick to the finer
Like Momma home cooked
That's how love feels, you

Wanna make it, wanna shoot for the
God make it so I won't fall short
Haven't been the best writer not been with these words
But I'm writing just to show what I am and where I wanna

Wanna it, wanna shoot for the stars
Please God make it so I won't short
Haven't the best writer not been good with these words
But I'm really really really really really really wanna