Luyện nghe bài hát Black Sweatshirt

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

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

Cut out the man...

But my is in demand...

I'm like a kid again.

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

Dedicated to the memory of my Black