Luyện nghe bài hát I Keep Calling

AUTHOR: Francis

Pick up, up...Pick up, Pick up...

Verse

Now I can't even think back. Self-induced has made its impact /
Mental health produced at was frayed once it was intact /
I voluntarily to remenisce /
If I could choose any wish...I'd lose my /
And prove to my that I don't need Memory Lane on my way home /
But I got and I needed a pay phone /
Because I was in an zone...inside of a place unknown /
Where faces roam (...and it's so strange)... /
I've got no change...I could've sworn that I did when I /
My breath gets with every lie and theft /
I right and left...then I called people at my home collect /
To tell them, "Things changed." But they won't accept /
I'm out of range...with no respect. Every time I asked for /
All I got was ai, cut lines, and bad connections /
People who helo changed their number to unlisted /
411 info left me unassisted. twisted... /
incidents. Is it coincidence? I to think so /
Deep in thought, my eyes blink slow. Pictures like slide shows /
My mind knows each and every detail /
recall is leaving me pale /
Sick to my stomach...nautious...forces of nature bring my instinct /
Its stink...is so distinct...now let me think...a /
epiphany: This is the much traveled from my past /
Now an unbeaten path...unfunny are now making me laugh.

Verse

Haaaaaa! The flashbacks of my past acts are /
Since out the uterus...Earth ain't been that humerous /
heheheheh...my laugh have been faked for the last time /
I'm past my prime. again is a task of mine /
I'm homeward bound. out the map and atlas /
I ask gas station attendants...and they act pissed /
I'm black listed...for not staying true to white /
I lies...in darkness...heartless...until the night dies /
Then I shed some on what's the matter /
Reflections in the looking glass self scatter when the hard make it shatter /
7 years bad luck? Time's /
I'm searching for of intelligent minds, but find the element /
Which blinds the hell I think. Now I'm thinking... /
"What time is it?" I see the 12:00 /
Check the position...of the sun...to see there is /
I figure there's an eclipse...so I look away to save my /
The solar left me stranded in a universe /
Where I do reverse psychology. Apologies are made my verse /
Ain't to do but curse when I'm frustrated /
Making disgusted. Plus, I'm mistrusted and hated /
That's an understatement, but who really cares about my years? /
I'm on an expedition...following my of tears /
From I cried, but...it dried up...and vaporized /
I played game, so where's my consalation prize? I'm taking lies /
from faking guys...and gals...who want to be my pals...and /
At this here pace, it'll take me a thousand /
To fins my way back...encompassing they lack /
It cost me most of my life, but still I'm thinking a pay back /
Decapitated...I lost my head, and fear is /
I'm in a fog. My blood, sweat and tears /
I back to find my lost sense of direction /
Stop, look, and listen...before I the intersection /
There's much construction. I'm with morse code /
to take a detour. I end up on an off road /
I squint my eyes...trying to find some street /
I can only read thoughts. These people have weak minds /
Trapped in a desert that to me looks a sandbox /
With damn NARCS...hold up, son...I'm noticing some /
I rack my brain...knowing I can't attack in vane /
return I promised myself not to act the same /
But every so often my screen memory...will be my enemy /
and say, "Remember me?" /
Getting me petro...wish I could the retro /
But no...to much of my past I just can't let go /
I'm just a stone's throw away from my turf...which really is this whole earth /
But claims like have no worth /
epiphany: And then it me...the reason why I'm dizzy /
Is I've been traveling in circles keeping myself busy.
(Where is he?)

Deejay drumming.