Luyện nghe bài hát Escape Artist

(When I got in to magic, yeah.)

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

Artist

I 'til I'm red in my face with strain polyps
rock 'til I'm out of my range then raise octaves
I play the pain and remain conscience
Refraining from on the lame compliments
And the petty criticisms from those who accomplished
Even one fifths of some of this I made progress with
I'm leaving stumped like rain forests
After of pullin' rabit 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 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 middle of an unread
Letters are falling
But the descend on the word and the wording is permanent
been missed
If you missed
did you miss
is
Falling and serving a sentence of solitary
Result in the sentence just filling my running assignment
I'm just where my time went, it pulled a disappearing act
And every single assistant I ever had got in half

You See I never payed
But I can't afford to
'cause I'm lookin' for my in an autograph for my CAST
but I'm on staff 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 fuck up we ain't shit!!!
And respect it
it,
In a flair for the exit
A fashionable
Late to my own (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 you was disowning your talent
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 road reading
It's poems better raps
I think to
What's remembering
Versus defending the size of my 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 giving a glimpse 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
been missed
If you missed
did you miss
is
Falling and serving a sentence of confinement
Result in the death sentence filling my running assignment
But of this is getting told in confidence
I recognize the confidential records just to the listeners attention

I'm a of spacial relationships
I clip ya to fit you in head shrinking magician
Shape-shifting reptilian turned body
Orphanages started offering torches to clinics
I acquaintances
And a of lady friends
I gender bent the sent angelic devil boy with God's androgynous
I'm marvelous but looks can kill
And I'm unsure about my sexual still
Put me in a special kind of case only breaks if
You hit it with a bouquet of flowers and breath arrangement
The is vacant
They're all looking for fault or
I called my
The moment that I caught the
I let him know, I'm nowhere, he's invited
If he leaves tonight then he might help 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 top with
A new respect and understanding of and locksmiths
They call me but I'm not precise enough
on an amateur level, I love my life too much

Escape (x 5)

I'm in two at once

Artist

I slept in months

Artist

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

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

Artist]

[continues in

Francis:

(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 some noise for Francis ya'll!