Luyện nghe bài hát Admit It

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Despite pseudo-bohemian 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 and tastes
That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of judges, bullshit
Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and trends and styles of music and art
Go baby, you're so post-modern
diving face forward into a antiquated path
It's disgusting, its offensive, don't your nose up at me

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

You your time sitting in circles with your friends
Pontificating to other
Forever competing for one moment of self-aggrandizing glory
In you hog the intellectual spotlight
Holding over the entire shallow pointless conversation
Oh, we're not
you walk by a group of quote-unquote normal people
You to yourself patting yourself on the back as you scoff
the same superiority complex
Shared by the high school jocks who made your a living hell
And you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma
You spend every moment of your life bitching about

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

Cause I'm 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 just fine, my car and my

Proud of my life and the that I have done
of myself and the loner I've become
You're to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar,

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

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

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

Proud of my life and the things that I have
Proud of and the loner 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 drift
I drift drift drift drift yeah oh

And I am with this
I wanna taste the breeze of every 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
I'm dead I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll way still
When I'm dead rest, I'll rest
When I'm I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm I'll rest, I'll rest