Luyện nghe bài hát Eighty-five Sie One Remix

It seems lately time be beatin' my ass,
Every step is like a right hook 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 just keeps me back,
And every minute is like a 'tiger uppercut' Sagat,
I'm up these ropes,
and ain't no if I win or not,
These gloves are heavy,
it's fight or flight you how that goes,
clocks is chasin',
got me obstacles,
And every hour is like a tightrope I walk with shoes,
Still yet I got my conscience tellin' me that I lose,
So every time I start 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 from those that love me,
a thin line between happiness and hopeless,
An even line between on point and out of focus,
BUT Back to my story about my fall glory,
And how I levitate from the fate 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 fallin' right through abyss,
And to see visions,
memories you really miss, things,
Like your first wish,

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

That's when you that time was your worst nightmare,
And now stuck asking yourself '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 one that's obsolete was your first breath,

One to the next,
Clocks switch 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 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 the day arrives all I got is eighty-five.

A can kill motivation,
that's why I'm rockin' a watch,
What's a deadline when living on your own time?
I'm livin' slow, Pan style son,
You didn't I never grow up,
my is set at six years 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 my teeth fall 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 life's spent chasin'
American nightmares, (GET THE OUT OF HERE)
I'm crazy childish, just the habits,
I play with my food, my nose, and eat it damn it,
Plus I pick my scabs, I be the to pop a blister,
Cause I'm more than that cat from Sister-Sister,
If my tell me no I'm gonna do it anyway,
Experience will make more sense anything that they could ever say,

Forever video games until I'm sleepy,
Tony Pro Skater, please,
never beat me,
So basically better off paying a bill or somethin',
Your is elderly, forty over the hill or somethin',
I'm at heart,
I'ma forever be a kid I'm on 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 a crack rock, cause it was Fraggle,
The only pink we knew was Snaggle,
Your in the dirt,
We playin' '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 cause somethin's 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 understand why cat's be time,
And I wanna grow 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 eyes and away to Eighty-Five

One to the next,
switch when you least expect it and make the simplest shit complex,
The baby got the planet fooled,
Books get judged by the covers worldwide, with the illest,
The is just fictional dreams,
No time to deal with two 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