Luyện nghe bài hát Eighty-five Sie One Remix

It seems like lately time be my ass,
Every is like a right hook from Iron Mike Tyson in his prime,
It's my mind is on a tredmill,
I'm bullets,
see the plug but I pull it,
This belt keeps bringin' me back,
And every minute is a 'tiger uppercut' from Sagat,
I'm up these ropes,
and no tellin' 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 is like a tightrope I walk with greasy shoes,
Still yet I got my tellin' me that I can't lose,
So every time I slippin' ego's start trippin',
I focus real hard and levitate just I'm GOD,
And I'm lovely,
I'm in the clouds no one me,
With the gift to differentiate snakes from those that me,
There's a thin line between and hopeless,
An thinner line between on point and out of focus,
BUT Back to my story my fall from glory,
And how I levitate from the fate put before me,
say 'Be patient',
but what the fuck is when my heart is racin'?
Put in my situation,
Try to be humble,
you won't from getting' pissed,
When you look down to see you're fallin' through time's abyss,
And to see visions,
you really miss, simple things,
Like first birthday wish,

Your girlfriend,
first love,
Your first kiss,
Your first time hate,
The time you got dissed,
first day of school,
Your very college class,
Your first touchin' titties,
First you got ass,
Your first time wrong from right,
First night,
The first time you got ass whooped in
Your real fight,
first triple-double 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 yourself 'Why ain't life fair?',
You get to the bottom,
see the end of line,
Your first time ever losin' this battle time,
But right before you your death,
one memory left,
The only one that's obsolete was your breath,

One to the next,
Clocks switch when you least it and make the simplest shit complex,

The face got the planet fooled,
Books get judged by the covers worldwide, coincide the illest,
The real is fictional dreams,
No time to 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 'til the day all I got is eighty-five.

A can kill motivation,
why I'm never rockin' a watch,
What's a deadline when you're living on your own
I'm slow, Peter Pan style son,
You didn't know I never up,
my mind is set at six old,
As far as I'm this grown-up shit is for the birds,
So the skittles,
Fruits, the Now N Laters, and Nerds,
I'm eatin' sweets until my fall out and I can't see
And I'm deaf in my left ear but my right can cause
I'm happily. So why you mad at me?
your frustrations gave you grey hairs,
99% of your life's chasin'
American nightmares, (GET THE OUT OF HERE)
I'm childish, just check the habits,
I play 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,
Experience will make more sense than that they could ever say,

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

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