Luyện nghe bài hát Black Sweatshirt

Tonight I'm in the mood for some unscheduled
Spontaneous combustion...I'm with my fire inside
Burning my inner blackened his skin to the tint of his sweatshirt
"Hey...when you with 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 came to terms my fear and loathing
Now I wear this clothing...like it's an layer of old skin
Afraid to shed...tears...in the fabric...from that I've had it
Found abandoned on the to the attic
Collecting runaway cells...absorbing memories
been to hell and back, dragged through the dirt and even worn by enemies
Born in the of the 20th century
Making that distinction is for reference...In case y'all remember me
And my genesis. What's most is to remember this
Women and men are pissed. When they kiss they exchange spit is venomous
of it is affection-less and the affects of this has us quick to clench a fist
Don't get fancy with your paintbrush you reminisce

I'm sentimental and I miss used to be close to me
or maybe just got OCD and I can't break my old routines
Hopefully I reconcile with my inseparable...what lies inside head to toes
Instead of symbolizing clothes...identifying outside 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 crazy walks
And every awkward moment talking with the Boogie Man
Man...managed unconditional comfort. As I've to understand...
The monsters are my bed again...
The are under my bed again."

Dedicated to the memory of my Black