Luyện nghe bài hát Escape Artist

(When I got in to magic, yeah.)

I first got into magic, it was an underground phenomenon
Now like pick a card, any card
If I shot my full load with the first I played
I'd be a monkey in a box with the David Blaines
I be with the sharks, mouths full of razor blades
But I'm not, I got out of game

Escape

I talk 'til I'm red in my with strain polyps
I'll rock 'til I'm out of my range then raise
I play through the pain and remain
Refraining from commenting on the compliments
And the petty criticisms from 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' rabit ears out my pants
I'm not revealin' any of the trade
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 'em a look
None of 'em giving a glimpse to guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread book
are falling apart
But the descend on the word and the wording is permanent
Never missed
If you were
did you miss
is
Falling and serving a of solitary confinement
Result in the death just filling my running 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 payed attention
But I can't to laugh
'cause I'm lookin' for my break in an autograph for my
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 shut the up we ain't sayin shit!!!
And respect it
it,
In a flair for the dramatic
A fashionable
to my own arraignment (Oh!)
The self-destructive things I do for entertainment
My folks gave me this already 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 house off my parents
I'm getting ahead of
(gettin of myself)
I see the on my back
(see the on my back)
I'm on the road reading
It's poems versus better
I think to
What's worth
defending the size of my manhood or confessional canned goods

In an effort to 'em all see what I found 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 apart
But the descend on the wording and the wording is permanent
Never missed
If you were
What did you
is
Falling and serving a sentence of solitary
Result in the death sentence filling my running assignment
But none of is getting told in confidence
I recognize the confidential records just to hold the listeners

I'm a veteran of spacial
I ya wings to fit you in head shrinking magician
reptilian turned body contortionist
Orphanages started offering torches to abortion
I lost
And a morgue of lady
I gender bent the heaven angelic devil boy with God's androgynous
I'm lookin' marvelous but can kill
And I'm about my sexual orientations still
Put me in a special of case that only breaks if
You hit it a bouquet of flowers and baby breath arrangement
The vault is
They're all looking for fault or
I my agent
The moment that I caught the
I let him know, I'm nowhere, he's invited
If he leaves tonight then he just might me find it
But is my burden to bare, not his
And I'm a psychic a sidekick
Holding the hostage
A loose cannon standing on the roof top
A new and understanding of bartenders and locksmiths
They me daredevil but I'm not precise enough
Unprofessional on an amateur level, I my life too much

Artist (x 5)

I'm in two places at

Artist

I ain't in months

Escape

I'm just trying to get
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.
never fall in love with you, ever!
If you got (heart?) so I do! Bitch!)

Make some noise for Francis ya'll!