Luyện nghe bài hát Eighty-five Sie One Remix

It seems like lately time be my ass,
Every step is like a right hook from Mike Tyson in his prime,
It's my mind is on a tredmill,
I'm bullets,
see the but I can't pull it,
This belt just keeps 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,
it's fight or flight you how that goes,
clocks is chasin',
got me obstacles,
And every hour is 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 and levitate just like I'm GOD,
And I'm lovely,
I'm in the no one above me,
With the gift to differentiate from those that love me,
There's a line between happiness and hopeless,
An even thinner line on point and out of focus,
BUT Back to my story about my from glory,
And how I levitate from the fate time put me,
say 'Be patient',
but the fuck is patience when my heart is racin'?
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,
memories you miss, simple things,
Like first birthday wish,

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

That's when you realize that time was worst nightmare,
And now you're stuck asking 'Why ain't life fair?',
You get to the bottom,
see the end of line,
Your first time losin' this battle with time,
But right you meet your death,
one more left,
The only one that's was your first 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 just dreams,
No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit hit's the fan with 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,
that's why I'm rockin' a watch,
What's a deadline you're living on your own time?
I'm slow, Peter Pan style 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 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?
Cause your frustrations you grey hairs,
99% of your life's spent
nightmares, (GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE)
I'm crazy childish, just 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 more immature than cat from Sister-Sister,
If my parents me no I'm gonna do it anyway,
Experience will make sense than anything that they could ever say,

Forever video games until I'm sleepy,
Hawk's Pro Skater, please,
you'll beat me,
So basically you're better off paying a 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 ever seen the big?
My heart is trapped in '85 the coolest place I've been in my life,
We watchin' Smurfs, eatin' LIFE,
Never knew a rock, cause it was Fraggle,
The pink pussy we knew was Snaggle,
Your in the dirt,
We Hungry-Hippo's 'til our hands hurt,
What do you about pourin' out a whole box of Trix to get the toy out,
(Scared to) go to sleep somethin's under your bed,
(And all it) was one look to get them thoughts out your head,
(And ya') fall right to sleep without a worry in mind,
(That's why I) Can't why cat's be hurryin' time,
And I don't wanna up I'm a Crab Apple Kid,
And I enjoy the company of people I wit',
But if it down to it,
to deal with that I despise,
I just close my and drift away to Eighty-Five

One to the next,
Clocks when you least expect it and make the simplest shit complex,
The baby face got the fooled,
Books get judged by the covers worldwide, with the illest,
The real is fictional dreams,
No time to deal 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 arrives all I got is