Luyện nghe bài hát Admit It

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Despite your pseudo-bohemian
And leftist doctrine of beliefs
You know about art or sex
That you couldn't read in any trendy New underground fashion magazine
Prototypical
You are a vacuous of the thrift store Gestapo
You to a set of standards and tastes
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, so post-modern
You're diving face forward into a 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 your sitting in circles with your friends
to each other
Forever competing for that one moment of self-aggrandizing
In you hog the intellectual spotlight
Holding dominion over the shallow pointless conversation
Oh, we're not
you walk by a group of quote-unquote normal people
You chuckle to yourself patting on the back as you scoff
It's the same superiority
Shared by the high school jocks who made your a living hell
And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist
You spend every moment of your waking life about

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

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

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

Well let me tell you this, I am self-involved
I spend in front of the mirror, making my hair elegantly disheveled
I about 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 to treat 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, walk this plank, yeah

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

Proud of my and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I've
You're 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 this
I wanna the breeze of every great city
My car and my
My car and my
So you'll to be, made of these, urgent unfulfilled
Oh no no no no no
When I'm dead rest
When I'm dead I'll way still
When I'm dead rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, rest
When I'm I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, rest