Luyện nghe bài hát I Apologize

song: I (featuring Sole)
written by: Francis
album: Sick of Tables
label: Strange Famous

(these lyrics are for the Sage Francis segments of the song. Sole's segments need to be transcribed by him and sent to us if he wants posted. I could guess but I would rather not.)

No one else make notes to thyself.
who loathe?...love them,
those who love?...show what it is to loathe, if they don't show you love still...fuck em.
everyone's potential who loves to diss.
acquaintances only exist on a buddy list.
I'll hug and kiss myself to sleep needing something else to eat,
while needing someone to feed but eggshells are stuck in my feet.

I'm sick of beating around the bush while needing to past creative limits,
And I don't have anything else to say to the critics.
is it just because we're different can't stand it?
or that I against the current and the culprit is aerodynamic?
heros might though I clown around to be the silliest...
man alive, I'm dead serious.
me for a jokester and you'll only miss the punchline.
every of mine has dissed me at least one time.
come to find life is consistently unkind.
I've kissed the sunshine. sip it sometime your lips become blind.

now i've lost it, or am i losing it, or did i have it?
addicts are avid advocates of happiness in tablets.
they're adamant about their trip.
i want a bite of the apple bit. Catholics don't know the half of it.
immaculate tricks. experimenting with alliteration and assonance,
but speaking too many cold chapped my lips.
there's an up on my left arm,
but my foot notes are out of tune from my always getting stepped on.
should've kept calm i was granted the chance,
but that's my song me amped, so god dammit let's dance.
dammit, bring this stuff to fisticuffs if that's the thing that'll help
someone like you feel good about and the things your dealt.
i'll win the belt but if you need to your pants on...
here--another battle for you to talk about in damn song.
here-- another for you to talk about, wow, look at that...
another...battle...rap

you won't have to duck, i'll just over your head,
knowing dead career has one year left til everyone else knows what i said.
they're laughing at you but you don't it yet .
i'd say it to your face but i don't to waste the moment. Let...
everyone first understand the open threats that get
who's wet behind the who broke a sweat?
jiggy man - sip your
thuggy dun- hold tek
- go on the net and keystyle 'bout how we gets no respect.