Luyện nghe bài hát 1 of 4 (Thank You)

1 of 4...

My name is Ian Bavitz
I was born in 1-9-7-6, at Biosfet hospital, located in Island, NY
I am 6 foot, four I 2-0-0 pounds
I have brown hair and green
I enjoy writing songs, painting, movies and diner
I have two brothers, and Graham
and two parents, Paul and
In of 2-0-0-1 I went crazy..

This was originally not for public
This was made for four people... four people that literally saved my
They know who are..
And ahhh I mean I could live to be a thousand years old and never them
I don't think this song would pay
But hopefully by it out, push the bank a little further..

This ain't a for the whips (no it isn't)
This ain't Aesop Rock fly earthworm demeanor (no it isn't)
My name is Ian Mathias Bavitz and I was born in Island, New York
Seventy Six, before Graham and Chris... OK
In August of 2001 my splinter-proof brain bone, scaffolding imploded
I kept it on the hush, but tumbling
to the hard concrete on near bodega trips
for cigarettes and soda, shook me to
with a nausea chaser, motor sensory eraser
Gorophobe tunnel vision, guilt, self loathing
rapidly out a bog I'd never fished in
that abates three separate foreign
While I use the hook line and sinker fishing
Simple primitive self taught, of soul, mind and body
but the symptoms rejected my modus operandi
So now it's one fish belly up, through mileage
Shrinks that get 250 an hour for awkward
And, I'd be lying if I said all of
made even the fragment of sense to me
That's real... put
I don't know what happened, or what's happening
I feel like I'm teetering on the blunt edge of my sanity
JAIME, I the robots and I'm sorry
Broke down in of you, embarrassed
but you lent a and hand that only you could
you're one of my best friends and yes I'd take that for you
That's my word, is about all I have left
TONY, I know you know I'm crazy, 'cause you me
but that did never bother you, I hold you as my 'til death
And I got your back if ever the drunk goblin
for makin' a cat laugh, when I was walking the dead
KATHERINE, mother figure, sister, concerned be a limits
me know I wasn't the only one with this
Continuous for vacation, Chicago visits
Talked me through repair of a full of broken pistons
RIYAH, for the late night movie rentals and the I needed
An' you it, but I just wouldn't admit it
You to me blab about my issues for hours
Offer incredible advice, gave me a hug when I was
Am I a jack of all trades? Nope... I like to write tho'
Are they I dunno..
But I could tell you that I write shit down when I believe it
So take how you want, but know I mean it
I want you all to that I'm scared
Out my fuckin' crooked soul and never faced a like the last few months
ever in my whole life... I wish I could this better (I can't)
But the pieces won't formulate it to anything even close to
So I guess is my feeble way to thank you
Four soldiers that something sacred off the purity of kindness
I owe you all my life and please argue with that statement
'Cause without y'all I may not have a life to offer, it

you
I wish I could this better. (Thank you)
I'm sorry for burdening pleasures. (Thank you)
I you all with all that's left of me. (Thank you)
For helping try to kill what a mess of me. (Thank you)
Somehow, someway. (Thank you)
get you back someday. (Thank you)
Just figure this all out... So..

I guess it is of funny when you look at it from a step back
How one man can literally buckle under the pressures
Other men operate under
I have soaked this out all angles, walking through time
I have been over everything in my head, I can't think anymore
But I guess some times, you can't breathe, there are people there
to for you
I am enough to have those people around me
you for helping me to not die
Thank you for me to not die

Pocket of pennies, and a soul gone tilt
Cockpit of memories and a dream full of guilt