Luyện nghe bài hát Escape Artist

(When I got in to magic, yeah.)

I first got into magic, it was an underground phenomenon
Now everybody's like pick a card, any
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

Artist

I talk 'til I'm red in my face with polyps
I'll '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 criticisms from those who ain't accomplished
Even one fifths of some of this I made progress with
I'm leaving naysayers stumped like rain
After of pullin' rabit ears out my pants pockets
I'm not revealin' any of the trade
It's just ain't no magic in the breakdown baby

In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my life I 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 on the word and the wording is permanent
Never missed
If you were
What did you
is
Falling and serving a sentence of solitary
Result in the sentence just filling my running assignment
I'm just wondering my time went, it pulled a disappearing act
And single 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 so all I ask is volunteers in the crowd
show a little bit of audience 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
Late to my own (Oh!)
The things that I do for entertainment
My folks gave me this already broken as my pallet
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 ahead of
(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
defending the size of my manhood 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 giving a glimpse trying to that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread book
are falling apart
But the sentence descend on the wording and the is permanent
Never been
If you were
What did you
is
Falling and a sentence of solitary confinement
in the death sentence just filling my running assignment
But none of this is getting told in
I recognize the confidential records to hold the listeners attention

I'm a of spacial relationships
I clip ya wings to fit you in shrinking magician
Shape-shifting turned body contortionist
Orphanages started offering to abortion clinics
I lost
And a of lady friends
I gender bent the heaven sent angelic devil boy God's androgynous
I'm lookin' but looks can kill
And I'm unsure my sexual orientations still
Put me in a special kind of case only breaks if
You hit it with a bouquet of flowers and baby breath
The is vacant
all looking for fault or blame
I my agent
The moment that I the train
I let him know, I'm going nowhere, invited
If he tonight then he just might help me find it
But this is my to bare, not his
And I'm a psychic a sidekick
Holding the future
A loose cannon on the roof top with
A new respect and understanding of bartenders and
call me daredevil but I'm not precise enough
Unprofessional on an level, I love my life too much

Artist (x 5)

I'm in two at once

Artist

I slept in months

Escape

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

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

Escape

[continues in

Sage

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

Make some noise for Francis ya'll!