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 like a card, any card
If I my full load with the first hand I played
I'd be a monkey in a box hangin' the David Blaines
I be swimmin' 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 face with polyps
I'll rock 'til I'm out of my range then octaves
I play the pain and remain conscience
from commenting on the lame compliments
And the petty criticisms from those who ain't
Even one of some of this shit I made progress with
I'm leaving naysayers stumped like forests
After years of pullin' rabit ears out my pants
I'm not revealin' any of the trade
It's just there ain't no 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 sentence descend on the word and the wording is
Never been
If you missed
What did you
is
Falling and serving a sentence of solitary
in the death sentence just filling my running assignment
I'm just wondering my time went, it pulled a disappearing act
And every single assistant I ever had got in half

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 short on staff so all I ask is volunteers in the
show a bit of audience 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 dramatic
A entrance
Late to my own (Oh!)
The self-destructive that I do for entertainment
My gave me this already broken heart as my pallet
While I was out honing my craft you was disowning your
That's why you still live at
And I bought this house off my
I'm getting ahead of
(gettin of myself)
I see the hair on my
(see the on my back)
I'm on the reading Kerouac
It's poems better raps
I think to
What's 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 give 'em a
None of 'em giving a trying to guess that I'm sitting 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 were
What did you
is
Falling and serving a sentence of solitary
Result in the death sentence just filling my assignment
But of this is getting told in confidence
I recognize the records just to hold the listeners attention

I'm a of spacial relationships
I clip ya wings to fit you in head shrinking
Shape-shifting reptilian turned body
Orphanages started offering torches to abortion
I acquaintances
And a morgue of lady
I bent the heaven sent angelic devil boy with God's androgynous
I'm lookin' but looks can kill
And I'm about my sexual orientations still
Put me in a special kind of that only breaks if
You hit it a bouquet of flowers and baby breath arrangement
The vault is
They're all for fault or blame
I called my
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 psychic a sidekick
the future hostage
A loose cannon standing on the top with
A new and understanding of bartenders and locksmiths
call me daredevil but I'm not precise enough
Unprofessional on an amateur level, I love my life too

Artist (x 5)

I'm in two places at

Escape

I ain't slept in

Escape

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

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

Escape

in background]

Sage

(Pussies, scared to shoot 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 noise for Sage Francis ya'll!