Luyện nghe bài hát Escape Artist

(When I got in to magic, yeah.)

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

Escape

I talk 'til I'm red in my face strain polyps
rock 'til I'm out of my range then raise octaves
I play through the and remain conscience
Refraining commenting on the lame compliments
And the petty criticisms those who ain't accomplished
Even one fifths of some of this I made progress with
I'm leaving naysayers like rain forests
After years of pullin' ears out my pants pockets
I'm not revealin' any tricks of the
It's just 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 I'm sitting in the middle of an unread book
Letters are falling
But the descend on the word and the wording is permanent
Never been
If you were
did you miss
is
Falling and serving a sentence of confinement
Result in the death sentence just filling my running
I'm just where my time went, it pulled a disappearing act
And every single assistant I had got sawed in half

You See I payed 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 volunteers in the
a little bit of audience participation now

I say hip (what do I say?)
You, you say shut the fuck up we sayin shit!!!
And respect it
it,
In a flair for the dramatic
A entrance
Late to my own (Oh!)
The self-destructive things that I do for
My folks gave me this already broken heart as my
While I was out honing my craft you was your talent
That's why you still live at
And I bought house off my parents
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 better raps
I think to
worth remembering
Versus defending the of my manhood 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 sitting in the of an unread book
Letters are apart
But the descend on the wording and the wording is permanent
Never been
If you were
What did you
is
Falling and serving a sentence of solitary
Result in the death sentence just filling my running
But none of is getting told in confidence
I recognize the records just to hold the listeners attention

I'm a veteran of relationships
I clip ya wings to fit you in head shrinking
Shape-shifting turned body contortionist
started offering torches to abortion clinics
I acquaintances
And a of lady friends
I gender bent the heaven sent angelic devil boy God's androgynous
I'm marvelous but looks can kill
And I'm unsure my sexual orientations still
Put me in a special kind of case that only if
You hit it with a bouquet of flowers and baby breath
The vault is
all looking for fault or blame
I my agent
The moment that I the train
I let him know, I'm going nowhere, he's
If he tonight then he just might help me find it
But is my burden to bare, not his
And I'm a psychic without a
Holding the hostage
A loose cannon standing on the top with
A new respect and understanding of bartenders and
They call me daredevil but I'm not precise
Unprofessional on an amateur level, I my life too much

Escape (x 5)

I'm in two at once

Artist

I ain't in months

Artist

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

[Ain't no magic in the breakdown
No in the break
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 fall in love with you, ever!
If you got (heart?) so I do! Bitch!)

Make noise for Sage Francis ya'll!