Luyện nghe bài hát Eighty-five Sie One Remix

It seems like time be beatin' my ass,
Every step is like a right from Iron Mike Tyson in his prime,
It's like my is on a tredmill,
I'm bullets,
see the plug but I can't it,
This just keeps bringin' me back,
And every minute is like a uppercut' from 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 with shoes,
yet I got my conscience 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 snakes from that love me,
There's a thin between happiness and hopeless,
An even thinner 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 when my heart is racin'?
Put in my situation,
Try to be humble,
you won't from getting' pissed,
When you down to see you're fallin' right through time's abyss,
And to see visions,
memories you really miss, things,
Like your birthday wish,

first girlfriend,
Your love,
first 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 wrong from right,
First night,
The first you got your ass whooped in
Your real fight,
Your first dare,
Your first hair,
Your first watchin' Jason,
first nightmare,

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

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

The baby got the planet fooled,
Books get by the covers worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The is just fictional 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 '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 living on your own time?
I'm livin' slow, Pan style son,
You didn't know I 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?
Cause your frustrations gave you hairs,
99% of your spent chasin'
nightmares, (GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE)
I'm crazy childish, check the habits,
I play with my food, pick my nose, and eat it it,
Plus I pick my scabs, I be the to pop a blister,
Cause I'm more immature than that cat Sister-Sister,
If my parents me no I'm gonna do it anyway,
Experience will make more than anything that they could ever say,

Forever playin' video until I'm sleepy,
Tony Pro Skater, please,
you'll beat me,
So basically you're off paying a bill or somethin',
Your mind is elderly, 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 movie
My is trapped in '85 the coolest place I've ever been 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 know about pourin' out a box of Trix to get the toy out,
(Scared to) go to sleep cause somethin's under bed,
(And all it) took was one look to get them out your head,
(And then ya') fall right to without a worry 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 the company 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 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 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