Luyện nghe bài hát I Keep Calling

AUTHOR: Sage

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

Verse

Now I can't even think back. amnesia has made its impact /
Mental produced at leisure was frayed once it was intact /
I refuse to remenisce /
If I could any wish...I'd lose my genesis /
And prove to my nemesis that I need Memory Lane on my way home /
But I got lost and I needed a pay /
I was in an unsafe zone...inside of a place unknown /
Where unfamilliar roam (...and it's so strange)... /
got no change...I could've sworn that I did when I left /
My breath heavy with every lie and theft /
I right and left...then I called people at my home collect /
To tell them, "Things changed." But just 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 would helo changed number to unlisted /
411 info left me unassisted. twisted... /
incidents. Is it coincidence? I choose to so /
Deep in thought, my eyes blink slow. appear like slide shows /
My mind knows each and single detail /
recall is leaving me pale /
Sick to my stomach...nautious...forces of bring my homing instinct /
Its stink...is so distinct...now let me think...a /
epiphany: This is the much trail from my past /
Now an unbeaten path...unfunny are now making me laugh.

Verse

Haaaaaa! The of my past acts are numerous /
out the uterus...Earth encounters ain't been that humerous /
heheheheh...my laugh lines have faked for the last time /
I'm my prime. Climaxing again is a task of mine /
I'm bound. Break out the map and atlas /
I ask gas station attendants...and just act pissed /
I'm listed...for not staying true to white lies /
I lies...in darkness...heartless...until the night dies /
Then I shed some light on what's the /
Reflections in the glass self scatter when the hard stares make it shatter /
7 bad luck? Time's irrelevant /
I'm for signs of intelligent minds, but find the element /
Which what 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 is none /
I figure there's an eclipse...so I look to save my wisdom /
The system left me stranded in a universe /
Where I do reverse psychology. Apologies are made through my /
Ain't to do but curse when I'm frustrated /
Making people disgusted. Plus, I'm and hated /
an understatement, but who really cares about my failure years? /
I'm on an expedition...following my trail of /
From when I cried, but...it dried up...and /
I played your game, so where's my consalation prize? I'm lies /
from guys...and gals...who want to be my pals...and peers /
At here pace, it'll take me a thousand years /
To fins my way back...encompassing what lack /
It cost me of my life, but still I'm thinking about a pay back /
Decapitated...I lost my head, and is activated /
I'm in a fog. My blood, sweat and evaporated /
I back track to my lost sense of direction /
Stop, look, and listen...before I cross the /
There's much construction. I'm signaled with morse /
to take a detour. Somehow I end up on an off /
I squint my eyes...trying to some street signs /
I can only strong thoughts. These people have weak minds /
Trapped in a desert to me looks like a sandbox /
damn NARCS...hold up, son...I'm noticing some landmarks /
I my brain...knowing that I can't attack in vane /
Upon return I promised not to act the same /
But every so often my selective screen memory...will be my /
and say, "Remember me?" /
Getting me petro...wish I kill 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 home turf...which really is this whole /
But claims that have no worth /
epiphany: And then it hits me...the reason why I'm /
Is because I've been traveling in keeping myself busy.
(Where is he?)

Deejay drumming.