Luyện nghe bài hát Escape Artist

(When I got in to magic, yeah.)

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

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I talk 'til I'm red in my face strain polyps
I'll rock 'til I'm out of my range then raise
I play through the and remain conscience
from commenting on the lame compliments
And the criticisms from those who ain't accomplished
Even one fifths of some of this I made progress with
I'm leaving stumped like rain forests
After years of pullin' rabit out my pants pockets
I'm not revealin' any tricks of the
It's just there ain't no magic in the baby

In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my life I decided to give 'em a
None of 'em a glimpse trying to guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread book
are falling apart
But the sentence on the word 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 assignment
I'm just wondering where my went, it pulled a disappearing act
And every single assistant I ever had got sawed in

You See I never attention
But I afford to laugh
'cause I'm lookin' for my break in an for my CAST
but I'm on staff so all I ask is volunteers in the crowd
a little bit of audience participation now

I say hip (what do I say?)
You, you say the fuck up we ain't sayin shit!!!
And I'll it
it,
In a flair for the exit
A entrance
Late to my own (Oh!)
The self-destructive that I do for entertainment
My folks gave me this already broken as my pallet
While I was out honing my craft you was disowning your
That's why you live at home
And I this house off my parents
I'm getting of myself
(gettin of myself)
I see the hair on my
(see the on my back)
I'm on the road reading
It's versus better raps
I think to
What's remembering
Versus defending the size of my or confessional canned goods

In an effort to make 'em all see what I in my life I decided to give '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 wording and the is permanent
Never missed
If you missed
did you miss
is
Falling and serving a sentence of solitary
Result in the death sentence just my running assignment
But none of is getting told in confidence
I recognize the confidential records just to the listeners attention

I'm a veteran of spacial
I clip ya wings to fit you in head shrinking
Shape-shifting reptilian turned contortionist
Orphanages started offering to abortion clinics
I lost
And a morgue of friends
I gender bent the sent angelic devil boy with God's androgynous
I'm lookin' but looks can kill
And I'm unsure about my sexual orientations
Put me in a special of case 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 called my
The that I caught the train
I let him know, I'm nowhere, he's invited
If he leaves tonight then he might help me find it
But is my burden to bare, not his
And I'm a psychic without a
the future hostage
A loose cannon standing on the roof top
A new respect and understanding of and locksmiths
They call me but I'm not precise enough
on an amateur level, I love my life too much

Escape (x 5)

I'm in two places at

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I ain't slept in

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

[Ain't no magic in the breakdown
No in the break
Ain't no magic in the breakdown

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[continues in

Sage

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

Make some noise for Francis ya'll!