Luyện nghe bài hát Admit It

it
Despite your appearance
And vaguely leftist doctrine of
You know about art or sex
That you read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine
Prototypical
You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store
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 baby, you're so post-modern
You're diving face 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 spend time sitting in circles with your friends
to each other
Forever competing for one moment of self-aggrandizing glory
In you hog the intellectual spotlight
Holding dominion the entire shallow pointless conversation
Oh, we're not
When you walk by a group of quote-unquote people
You chuckle to yourself patting on the back as you scoff
It's the same superiority
Shared by the high school jocks who your life a living hell
And you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma
You spend every moment of waking life bitching about

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

Proud of my life and the that I have 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, my hair elegantly disheveled
I worry about how album will sell
I believe it will determine the amount of sex I will have in the future
I self medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat my extreme social

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

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

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 fine, my car and my
Guitar, go

I drift drift drift drift drift
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, made of these, unfulfilled
Oh no no no no no
When I'm dead I'll
When I'm I'll 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, I'll
I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest