Luyện nghe bài hát Admit It

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Despite your appearance
And leftist doctrine of beliefs
You know nothing art or sex
That you couldn't read in any trendy New York fashion magazine
non-conformist
You are a vacuous of the thrift store Gestapo
You adhere to a set of standards and
That appear to be determined by an panel of hipster judges, bullshit
Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of and art
Go analog baby, you're so
You're diving face into a antiquated path
It's disgusting, its offensive, don't your nose up at me

Yeah, what do you have to say for
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Yeah, what do you to say for yourself
Whoa, whoa, whoa,

You spend time sitting in circles with your friends
Pontificating to other
competing for that one moment of self-aggrandizing glory
In which you hog the spotlight
Holding dominion over the entire shallow conversation
Oh, not worthy
When you walk by a group of quote-unquote normal
You chuckle to yourself patting yourself on the back as you
It's the superiority complex
Shared by the high school jocks who made life a living hell
And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist
You spend every moment of your waking bitching about

Yeah, do you have to say for yourself
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
And I say yeah, what do you have to say for
Whoa, whoa, whoa,

Cause I'm proud of my life and the things I have done
Proud of myself and the I've become
free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my

Proud of my life and the things that I done
Proud of myself and the loner become
free to whine, it will not get you far
I do fine, my car and my guitar, yeah

let me tell you this, I am shamelessly self-involved
I spend hours in front of the mirror, making my elegantly disheveled
I worry how this album will sell
Because I believe it will determine the amount of sex I will have in the
I self medicate with drugs and alcohol to my extreme social anxiety

You are a faker, it
You are a fraud, it
Yeah, you're living a lie, hey, living a lie, hey, life is living a lie
You don't me, admit it
You intimidate me, admit it
Why don't you bow down, get on the ground, this fucking plank, yeah

Yeah, do you have to say for yourself
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
And I say yeah, do you

Proud of my life and the that I have done
Proud of myself and the I've become
free to whine, it will not get you far
I do fine, my car and my
Guitar, go

I drift drift drift drift yeah
I drift drift drift drift yeah oh

And I am done with
I wanna taste the breeze of great city
My car and my
My car and my
So you'll come to be, made of these, unfulfilled
Oh no no no no no
When I'm dead rest
When I'm dead rest way still
When I'm dead I'll rest, rest
I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, rest
When I'm dead rest, I'll rest