Luyện nghe bài hát Escape Artist

(When I got in to magic, yeah.)

When I got into magic, it was an underground phenomenon
Now everybody's like a card, any card
If I shot my load with the first hand 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 talk 'til I'm red in my face with strain
I'll rock 'til I'm out of my then raise octaves
I play through the pain and remain
Refraining commenting on the lame compliments
And the petty criticisms those who ain't accomplished
one fifths of some of this shit I made progress with
I'm leaving stumped like rain forests
After years of pullin' rabit 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 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 missed
If you were
What did you
is
Falling and serving a of solitary confinement
Result in the death sentence just filling my running
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 never payed
But I can't to laugh
'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 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
Late to my own (Oh!)
The self-destructive that I do for entertainment
My folks gave me already broken heart as my pallet
While I was out honing my craft you was disowning talent
why you still live at home
And I bought this off my parents
I'm getting ahead of
(gettin of myself)
I see the hair on my
(see the on my back)
I'm on the road Kerouac
poems versus better raps
I think to
worth remembering
Versus defending the size of my or confessional canned goods

In an effort to make 'em all see 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 book
are falling apart
But the descend on the wording and the wording is permanent
Never been
If you missed
did you miss
is
Falling and serving a sentence of confinement
Result in the sentence just filling my running assignment
But of this is getting told in confidence
I recognize the confidential just to hold the listeners attention

I'm a of spacial relationships
I clip ya to fit you in head shrinking magician
Shape-shifting turned body contortionist
started offering torches to abortion clinics
I lost
And a morgue of lady
I gender the heaven sent angelic devil boy with God's androgynous
I'm lookin' marvelous but can kill
And I'm unsure my sexual orientations still
Put me in a kind of case that only breaks if
You hit it with a bouquet of flowers and breath arrangement
The is vacant
all looking for fault or blame
I my agent
The moment that I caught the
I let him know, I'm going nowhere, invited
If he leaves tonight then he just might me find it
But this is my to bare, not his
And I'm a psychic without a
the future hostage
A loose cannon standing on the top with
A new and understanding of bartenders and locksmiths
They call me daredevil but I'm not precise
Unprofessional on an level, I love my life too much

Artist (x 5)

I'm in two places at

Escape

I ain't slept in

Artist

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

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

Escape

in background]

Sage

(Pussies, you're scared to 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 some noise for Sage ya'll!