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 pick a card, any card
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 swimmin' with the sharks, mouths full of blades
But I'm not, I got out of game

Escape

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

In an effort to 'em all see what I found in my life I decided to give 'em a look
None of 'em giving a glimpse trying to guess that I'm in the middle of an unread book
Letters are falling
But the sentence descend on the word and the is permanent
been missed
If you were
did you miss
is
Falling and serving a sentence of solitary
Result in the death sentence just filling my assignment
I'm wondering where my time went, it pulled a disappearing act
And every assistant I ever had got sawed in half

You See I payed attention
But I afford to laugh
'cause I'm for my break in an autograph for my CAST
but I'm short on staff so all I ask is 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 respect it
it,
In a flair for the exit
A entrance
to my own arraignment (Oh!)
The self-destructive that I do for entertainment
My folks gave me this broken heart as my pallet
While I was out honing my craft you was disowning your
That's why you live at home
And I bought this 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 reading Kerouac
It's poems versus raps
I to myself
What's worth
Versus defending the size of my or confessional canned goods

In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my life I decided to 'em a look
None of 'em giving a glimpse trying to guess that I'm in the middle of an unread book
Letters are apart
But the sentence descend on the wording and the wording is
Never been
If you missed
did you miss
is
Falling and a sentence of solitary confinement
Result in the death just filling my running assignment
But none of this is getting told in
I the confidential records just to hold the listeners attention

I'm a of spacial relationships
I clip ya wings to fit you in head magician
Shape-shifting reptilian turned contortionist
started offering torches to abortion clinics
I acquaintances
And a of lady friends
I gender bent the sent angelic devil boy with God's androgynous
I'm lookin' marvelous but can kill
And I'm unsure about my sexual still
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
They're all for fault or blame
I my agent
The moment that I caught the
I let him know, I'm going nowhere, he's
If he leaves tonight he just might help me find it
But this is my to bare, not his
And I'm a without a sidekick
the future hostage
A loose cannon standing on the roof top
A new respect and understanding of and locksmiths
They me daredevil but I'm not precise enough
Unprofessional on an amateur level, I love my life too

Escape (x 5)

I'm in two at once

Artist

I slept in months

Escape

I'm just to get away
Ain't no magic in the baby

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

Escape

in background]

Sage

(Pussies, scared to shoot me in the heart!
You know 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 for Sage Francis ya'll!