Luyện nghe bài hát Famous Last Words

is the key
Did I get out? absolutely,
Everybody's etched in a little piece of themselves, we're though.
Fountain of youth like isabelles and jesabelles, no bells, queen elizabeth.

Holy motherfucker smack gauntlet into a labyrinth.
Escher crustified seen through hand carved puppets
Don't a madman out of god's gifts.
X something magnificent if it's meant to be,

And I'm meaning daddy kev, welcome to my odditorium.
Let's molehills of insecticide what dreams are made of in and about
With all limbs dancing as one it's a masterpiece and you're invited, sweating?
Wake the waves we throwing who's catching this jathan vs the spicegirls

Ideas at random time is to waste and I'm an archangel.
Slaying every I've ever thrown where's the diss in that?
I'm dissing languages, what's the point? is called out.
Numbers in everything, decode my dick, I linda tripping this is my stadium.

gift of gab I suppose everyone oughtta change their clothes
Oh girls are angels apparently god lives in seattle.
Jathan is the ceo in a desk of air, salute the aliens before they omega6.
I've been to a volcano check it out,

I'm a big word paraphrasing of genius.
my eyes burning every time I'm reading this,
If it's meant to cry, and I all people are meant to die.
What is it you're looking at? there's a hole in my call it heartache.

Sole's a ventriloquist, antagonist, wanna be soothsayer, rhymesayer, so the is whatever.
Oh look I slit my wrists so I'm supposed to be a lantern landing in animation abandoning all my traits.
You're all in bondage, bon voyage we it in accompaniment,

professionalism, throw up your w's ask questions.
This is a questionaire what you've abandoned your god, we all godforsaken
In a makeshift writer's all alone,
We in a writer's workshop all by myself.

are my planets we are all planets in plain clothes
Walking in line where's the in that?
is my office who are you yelling at?
Drink santa shit, take that smart shit elsewhere.

I'm being dumb, don't tempt me. I can take off my shirt,
Black and yellow photographs that is dead.
Sole is my epitath that makes this the farewell entrance
Like never so do whatever.

Everyone is on the floor this is a stickup you're being raped for innocence,
So I'll rob you blind for what worth.
I love my mother and amanda's dreadlocks it's over, take your picture me alone,
This even me.

tim holland naked, read it and weep.
Wipe that thought off face I'm on an ego trip.
So where's my who wins humanity 1999 1200 hobos those numbers make sense.
We make up a a defense brainwashing pestilence.

It's all about advertising, can I rent in your mind?
It's all about merchandising I'm so everyday I wake up at 7:30 and I still ain't dead.
It's all about if I don't come down up off of this coming off hard,
One thousand ideas of sympathy. dance, sex symbol symphony time for ambush.

Eight in a frame, all eyes on portland, maine m.e.
is my god complex and you're all shareholders.
Hold hands, can I get an om, or a
I'll pay you back over my dead body resurrected, torn and stillborn,

I'm still adding names next time it will be more "dear society."
I'm a live poet still and ending any explanation on an expedition
We hiphop and I think it's the greatest waste of time ever shat.
Where's my sarcasm, actually sincerity when I rap it's what I do.

All hip-hop is something I listen to when I know I'm not talking about.
Or insinuating disclaimer I write is a diss song,
This time I'm talking the things I can't change.
We'll always be hungry and pointing

When in the end we have been building skyscrapers. this is my planet,
I'll have my people talk to people I'm not weird and everybody's bored
So let's be important while we're writing gestures give me some oceans.
We're orphans and organs in a in a porn like carousel

This is a springboard.
An idealistic "isn't it the time it took to step off?"
Someday will be an ancient society.
I'm doing this in hopes of never getting crossed out, so where's my dotted

I my lines and I'm running out of steam. so leave me here to die for a minute.