Luyện nghe bài hát Eighty-five

It seems lately time be beatin' my ass,
step is like a right hook from Iron Mike Tyson in his prime,
It's like my is on a tredmill,
I'm bullets,
see the plug but I pull it,
This just keeps bringin' me back,
And every minute is like a 'tiger uppercut' Sagat,
I'm up against ropes,
and ain't no if I win or not,
These are getting heavy,
fight or flight you know how that goes,
Facin' is chasin',
got me obstacles,
And every hour is like a tightrope I walk greasy shoes,
Still yet I got my conscience me that I can't lose,
So every time I start slippin' start trippin',
I focus hard and levitate just like I'm GOD,
And I'm lovely,
I'm in the no one above me,
With the gift to differentiate snakes from that love me,
There's a line between happiness and hopeless,
An thinner line between on point and out of focus,
BUT Back to my story about my fall glory,
And how I levitate from the time put before me,
say 'Be patient',
but what the fuck is patience when my heart is
Put in my situation,
Try to be humble,
you refrain from getting' pissed,
When you look down to see you're right through time's abyss,
And to see visions,
you really miss, simple things,
Like first birthday wish,

first girlfriend,
Your love,
Your French kiss,
Your time feeling hate,
The time you got dissed,
first day of school,
Your very first class,
Your first touchin' titties,
First you got ass,
Your first time learnin' from right,
lonely night,
The time you got your ass whooped in
Your real fight,
Your first dare,
Your pubic hair,
first time watchin' Jason,
Your nightmare,

That's you realize that time was your worst nightmare,
And now you're stuck asking yourself ain't life fair?',
You get to the bottom,
see the end of line,
Your time ever losin' this battle with time,
But right you meet your death,
one memory left,
The only one obsolete was your first breath,

One to the next,
switch when you least expect it and make the simplest shit complex,
The baby got the planet fooled,
get judged by the covers worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The real is fictional dreams,
No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit hit's the fan with every of a hand,
be a man eventually,
When the kid in me is satisfied, but 'til the day all I got is eighty-five.

A clock can motivation,
that's why I'm rockin' a watch,
What's a when you're living on your own time?
I'm livin' slow, Peter Pan son,
You didn't know I grow up,
my is set at six years old,
As far as I'm concerned this grown-up is for the birds,
So the skittles,
Fruits, the Now N Laters, and Nerds,
I'm eatin' sweets until my teeth out and I can't see
And I'm in my left ear but my right can hear cause
I'm happily. So why you mad at me?
your frustrations gave you grey hairs,
99% of your life's spent
American nightmares, (GET THE OUT OF HERE)
I'm childish, just check the habits,
I with my food, pick my nose, and eat it damn it,
I pick my scabs, I be the first to pop a blister,
Cause I'm immature than that cat from Sister-Sister,
If my parents tell me no I'm do it anyway,
will make more sense than anything that they could ever say,

Forever playin' video until I'm sleepy,
Tony Pro Skater, please,
you'll never me,
So basically you're off paying a bill or somethin',
Your is elderly, forty over the hill or somethin',
I'm at heart,
forever be a kid I'm on some Tom Hanks shit,
you seen the movie big?
My heart is trapped in '85 the coolest place I've ever in my life,
We watchin' Smurfs, cinnamon LIFE,
Never knew a crack rock, it was Fraggle,
The pink pussy we knew was Snaggle,
mind's in the dirt,
We playin' Hungry-Hippo's our hands hurt,
What do you about pourin' out a whole box of Trix to get the toy out,
(Scared to) go to sleep cause somethin's under bed,
(And all it) took was one to get them thoughts out your head,
(And then ya') fall right to without a worry in mind,
(That's why I) Can't why cat's be hurryin' time,
And I wanna grow up I'm a Crab Apple Kid,
And I enjoy the of people I relate wit',
But if it comes to it,
to deal cat's that I despise,
I close my eyes and drift away to Eighty-Five

One to the next,
Clocks switch when you least expect it and make the simplest complex,
The baby got the planet fooled,
get judged by the covers worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The real is just dreams,
No to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit hit's the fan with every click of a hand,
be a man eventually,
When the kid in me is satisfied, but the day arrives all I got is eighty-five