Luyện nghe bài hát Dorks

Question: If I in my apartment like a rat in a cage
Would the neighbors smell the corpse before the cat ate my
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
Deep in a self imposed and Lima influx
an occupation popular with demons and ducks
Made any mingling akin to seasoned and stuffed
It's a theatre of jellyfish, jealous little sycophants
Miserable and flimsy the skivvys to the pissy pants
Each one convinced
They're sketching Da Vinci's hands
Delusion a communication of prison camp
You fuckin' dorks ain't a to the cause
There ain't a lesson we can learn from the ostensibly
I think it's funny when defendants from haunts
out the tempest to measure Of what the spectrum involves
Maybe no one cares, party over here, be over there

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I used to hang with rappers at the root of the scene
It meant a lot to feel the fugitive community
Maybe to sentimentalize is to be 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 echolocation up in fog
why it's odd to see a pile of imperfections and flaws
Ascend a pedestal to patronize the rest of the
And a mess of obnoxious fantasy, and pageantry
I ain't mad, I'm impressed, shit it's baffling
God chop an ivory tower to piano keys
Play your own dirge on the way to surfin' beach
You fuckin' ain't a source of the art
You can't be cooler than the corners Where you source all your parts The poker face, all it takes a couple sordid
We let the out, We make the sorcery bark
Life is so unfair, party over here, I'll be there

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

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