Luyện nghe bài hát Escape Artist

(When I got in to magic, yeah.)

When I first got into magic, it was an phenomenon
Now everybody's like pick a card, any
If I shot my full with the first hand I played
I'd be a monkey in a box with the David Blaines
I be with the sharks, mouths full of razor blades
But I'm not, I got out of that

Artist

I talk 'til I'm red in my with strain polyps
I'll rock 'til I'm out of my range raise octaves
I through the pain and remain conscience
Refraining from commenting on the lame
And the petty criticisms from those who accomplished
one fifths of some of this shit I made progress with
I'm leaving stumped like rain forests
After years of rabit ears out my pants pockets
I'm not any tricks of the trade
It's just there ain't no in the breakdown baby

In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my life I decided to 'em a look
None of 'em a glimpse trying to guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread book
Letters are falling
But the sentence descend on the and the wording is permanent
Never missed
If you missed
did you miss
is
Falling and serving a of solitary confinement
Result in the death sentence just filling my running
I'm just wondering where my time went, it pulled a act
And every single assistant I had got sawed in half

You See I never attention
But I can't afford to
I'm lookin' for my break in an autograph for my CAST
but I'm short on staff so all I ask is in the crowd
show a little bit of participation now

I say hip (what do I say?)
You, you say shut the up we ain't sayin shit!!!
And respect it
it,
In a flair for the exit
A fashionable
to my own arraignment (Oh!)
The self-destructive things I do for entertainment
My folks gave me this already broken heart as my
While I was out honing my you was disowning your talent
That's why you still at home
And I bought this house off my
I'm getting of myself
(gettin of myself)
I see the on my back
(see the on my back)
I'm on the reading Kerouac
It's poems versus raps
I think to
worth remembering
Versus defending the size of my manhood or confessional goods

In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my I decided to give 'em a look
None of 'em giving a glimpse trying to guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread
are falling apart
But the sentence descend on the wording and the wording is
been missed
If you were
did you miss
is
Falling and serving a sentence of confinement
Result in the death sentence just filling my running
But none of is getting told in confidence
I the confidential records just to hold the listeners attention

I'm a of spacial relationships
I clip ya to fit you in head shrinking magician
reptilian turned body contortionist
Orphanages started torches to abortion clinics
I acquaintances
And a of lady friends
I gender bent the heaven sent angelic devil boy with God's
I'm marvelous but looks can kill
And I'm unsure about my orientations still
Put me in a special kind of that only breaks if
You hit it with a bouquet of flowers and baby arrangement
The vault is
all looking for fault or blame
I my agent
The moment that I caught the
I let him know, I'm nowhere, he's invited
If he leaves tonight then he just might me find it
But this is my to bare, not his
And I'm a psychic without a
the future hostage
A loose cannon on the roof top with
A new respect and of bartenders and locksmiths
They me daredevil but I'm not precise enough
Unprofessional on an amateur level, I love my too much

Artist (x 5)

I'm in two at once

Escape

I ain't slept in

Artist

I'm just to get away
no magic in the breakdown baby

[Ain't no magic in the baby
No magic in the
Ain't no in the breakdown ba-by

Escape

in background]

Sage

(Pussies, you're scared to me in the heart!
You it's too big, uhh!
Fuck, I gotta heart, hit me baby.
I'll never fall in with you, ever!
If you got (heart?) so I do! Bitch!)

Make noise for Sage Francis ya'll!