Luyện nghe bài hát Dorks

Question: If I died in my apartment like a rat in a
Would the neighbors smell the corpse the cat ate my face?
I used to floss the albatross like Kane with the chain
I'm to jettison the ballast with the hazardous waste
The kid is numb, routine a tedious crutch
in a self imposed Stockholm and Lima influx
Maybe an popular with demons and ducks
Made any mingling to bein' seasoned and stuffed
It's a of jumpin' jellyfish, jealous little sycophants
Miserable and flimsy from the to the pissy pants
Each one convinced
They're with Da Vinci's hands
turn a communication of prison camp
You fuckin' dorks ain't a threat to the
There ain't a we can learn from the ostensibly lost
I think it's funny when defendants from haunts
out the tempest to measure Of what the spectrum involves
Maybe no one cares, over here, I'll be over there

need no help, all by myself

I used to hang with rappers at the root of the scene
It meant a lot to the fugitive community breathe
Maybe to is to be truly naive
I know some shit about your heroes that you believe
I we're all a bunch of weirdos on a quest to belong
The songs are up in impregnable fog
That's why it's odd to see a pile of and flaws
Ascend a pedestal to patronize the of the cogs
And a of obnoxious fantasy, posturing and pageantry
I ain't even mad, I'm impressed, shit it's
God almighty chop an ivory to piano keys
Play your own dirge on the way to surfin' beach
You fuckin' ain't a source of the art
You be cooler than the corners Where you source all your parts The poker face, all it takes a couple sordid remarks
We let the manticore out, We make the bark
is so unfair, party over here, I'll be over there

Don't need no help, all by

I view the rattling of sabres like a to expose
Insecurities exploding in emotional
With to go from mostly jokey to gross
Corrode a homie til his is notably ghost
the hobby was a job he was a manager,
Hell You would wobble your momma like an infant gazelle
The disillusionment has been a difficult pill
That you was anything menacing is a difficult
In a whistle-and-bellorama, black mollies to dress up piranha
not even compelling melodrama
It's a comedy, somebody shop you as a saga
I'm very persona non grata
You fuckin' ain't the leaders we need
ain't the medium for divas out to weasel and breed
I'm off in coffee with the paupers over tea with the
Don't make 'em show the regency what disobedient
Heavy to bear, party over here, I'll be over there

need no help, all by myself