Luyện nghe bài hát Black Sweatshirt

Tonight I'm in the mood for unscheduled affection
combustion...I'm playing 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 suck my thumb while rubbing silk blankets across my
Until my mom denied me access. I for weeks
We don't speak to this day. I to terms with my fear and loathing
Now I this clothing...like it's an extra layer of old skin
Afraid to shed...tears...in the fabric...from years I've had it
abandoned on the stairs to the attic
Collecting runaway skin cells...absorbing
It's been to and back, dragged through the dirt and even worn by enemies
in the 70's of the 20th century
Making that distinction is for future reference...In y'all remember me
And my genesis. What's important is to remember this
and men are pissed. When they kiss they exchange spit that is venomous
Most of it is affection-less and the affects of this has us quick to clench a
Don't get fancy your paintbrush when you reminisce

I'm sentimental and I miss used to be close to me
or maybe I've just got OCD and I break my old routines
Hopefully I reconcile with my inseparable...what lies inside from head to
Instead of symbolizing clothes...identifying with symbols...

Cut out the man...

But my is in demand...

I'm feeling a kid again.

"It me from the wind, sea and sand
Sanity was from the crazy cemetery walks
And every moment spent talking with the Boogie Man
Man...managed unconditional comfort. As come to understand...
The are under my bed again...
The are under my bed again."

Dedicated to the memory of my Black