Luyện nghe bài hát Famous Last Words

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

Holy motherfucker your gauntlet into a labyrinth.
Escher crustified seen through walls hand carved
make a madman out of god's gifts.
X marks something if it's meant to be,

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

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

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

I'm a big word paraphrasing of genius.
Imagine my eyes every time I'm reading this,
If meant to cry, and I guess all people are meant to die.
What is it you're at? there's a hole in my chest 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 all my human traits.
all in bondage, bon voyage we keep it in accompaniment,

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

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

I'm practicing being dumb, don't me. I can take off my shirt,
Black and yellow photographs that is dead.
Sole is my epitath that makes the farewell slash entrance
Like before 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, your picture leave me alone,
isn't even me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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