Luyện nghe bài hát Black Sweatshirt

Tonight I'm in the mood for unscheduled affection
Spontaneous combustion...I'm with my fire inside
Burning my inner child blackened his skin to the tint of his
"Hey...when you play the big boys, you get hurt!"
I used to my thumb while rubbing silk blankets across my cheek
Until my mom denied me access. I for weeks
We don't speak to this day. I came to terms with my fear and
Now I wear clothing...like it's an extra layer of old skin
Afraid to shed...tears...in the fabric...from years I've had it
Found on the stairs to the attic
Collecting runaway cells...absorbing memories
It's been to hell and back, dragged through the dirt and even by enemies
Born in the 70's of the 20th
Making distinction is for future reference...In case y'all remember me
And my genesis. What's most important is to remember
Women and men are pissed. When they kiss they exchange that is venomous
Most of it is affection-less and the affects of this has us to clench a fist
Don't get fancy with paintbrush when you reminisce

I'm sentimental and I miss what to be close to me
or maybe I've just got OCD and I can't break my old
Hopefully I reconcile with my inseparable...what inside from head to toes
Instead of symbolizing clothes...identifying with symbols...

Cut out the man...

But my is in demand...

I'm like a kid again.

"It protected me from the wind, sea and
Sanity was saved from the cemetery walks
And every awkward moment spent talking the Boogie Man
Man...managed unconditional comfort. As I've to understand...
The are under my bed again...
The monsters are my bed again."

Dedicated to the memory of my Black