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 shot my full load the first hand I played
I'd be a monkey in a box hangin' with the David
I be swimmin' 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 raise octaves
I play through the and remain conscience
Refraining from commenting on the compliments
And the criticisms from those who ain't accomplished
Even one of some of this shit I made progress with
I'm leaving naysayers stumped rain forests
After years of rabit ears out my pants pockets
I'm not any tricks of the trade
just there 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 give 'em a
None of 'em giving a glimpse to guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread book
Letters are apart
But the sentence on the word and the wording is permanent
Never been
If you missed
What did you
is
Falling and serving a sentence of confinement
Result in the sentence just filling my running assignment
I'm just wondering where my time went, it a disappearing act
And every single assistant I ever had got sawed in

You See I never payed
But I afford to laugh
'cause I'm lookin' for my in an autograph for my CAST
but I'm short on so all I ask is volunteers in the crowd
show a 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 exit
A fashionable
to my own arraignment (Oh!)
The things that I do for entertainment
My folks me this already broken heart as my pallet
While I was out honing my you was disowning your talent
That's why you still at home
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 reading Kerouac
poems versus better raps
I think to
What's worth
Versus defending the size of my manhood or canned goods

In an to make '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 that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread
are falling apart
But the sentence descend on the wording and the is permanent
Never missed
If you missed
What did you
is
Falling and serving a of solitary confinement
Result in the sentence just filling my running assignment
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 shrinking magician
reptilian turned body contortionist
Orphanages started offering torches to clinics
I acquaintances
And a morgue of lady
I gender bent the heaven sent angelic devil boy God's androgynous
I'm lookin' marvelous but can kill
And I'm about my sexual orientations still
Put me in a kind of case that only breaks if
You hit it with a bouquet of flowers and baby breath
The is vacant
They're all 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 is my burden to bare, not his
And I'm a psychic without a
the future hostage
A loose standing on the roof top with
A new respect and of bartenders and locksmiths
They 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 places at

Artist

I ain't in months

Artist

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

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

Artist]

[continues in

Francis:

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

Make some noise for Sage ya'll!