Luyện nghe bài hát Admit It

it
Despite your appearance
And leftist doctrine of beliefs
You know about art or sex
That you read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine
Prototypical
You are a soldier of the thrift store Gestapo
You to a set of standards and tastes
That appear to be by an unseen panel of hipster judges, bullshit
Giving a up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art
Go baby, you're so post-modern
You're diving face forward into a antiquated
It's disgusting, its offensive, don't your nose up at me

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

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

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

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

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

Well let me you this, I am shamelessly self-involved
I spend hours in front of the mirror, making my hair elegantly
I worry about how this will sell
Because I believe it will the amount of sex I will have in the future
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 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 things I have done
Proud of myself and the I've become
You're free to whine, it 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 this
I wanna taste the of every great city
My car and my
My car and my
So you'll come to be, of these, urgent unfulfilled
Oh no no no no no
When I'm dead I'll
I'm dead I'll rest way still
When I'm I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll
When I'm dead rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll