Luyện nghe bài hát i'm thinking about horses

[Intro: Mike
Rod-, Dennis Rod-, Dennis Rod-, Dennis Rod-
Dennis Rod-, Dennis Rod-, Dennis Rod-, Dennis

Mike Posner]
I'm thinking God
Is it a he or a she or a or love?
Does she personally ordain occurrence and every moment
Or did she set the universe in motion and then on?
To try to top her
Maybe universe wasn't an achievement at all
Maybe our lives, our wars, our fuckups, our
Our love, our humanity, our passion, our pennies, our
Are all a rehearsal before the show
A before the mural, a stretch before the jump
Does she me? Does God know I'm here?
I'm thinking God, I'm thinking about sex
been holy all day and acted in ways that deserve adjectives like "honorable," "good," and "straight"
But after 10PM now and I'm bored
I watched a movie on the internet alone and now over
I up my phone and text every female I know within a 15 mile radius
It's a terrible thing that deserves like "chauvinistic," "objectifying," and "asshole-ish" (Dennis Rodman)
I made that up just for
"Hey, Nicole"
"Oh, hey, what's up Mike? I'm to get in bed, you?"
"Well, I'm chilling, just been thinking about you ;)"
"Haha, really random, I haven't seen you in so long. made you think about me?"
"Well, to be honest, I'm bored, and I'm about sex"
I'm thinking about horses, they're so regal
Their muscles ripple through their skin like waves in a ocean
beasts
But why the fuck do listen to us?
They're so much stronger they know
But they trade their for a dependable meal
They let people get on top of them and tell where to go
But how can I
Is not exactly what I do?
Is that not what we all do?
I'm thinking about
I'm about dad
He's 70 and he's starting to get old
Things are gonna soon
I don't feel for the change that's coming soon
I am standing on the beach watching the tsunami
From a minuscule rise in the to a monstrous tidal wave
I am not moving, I am not
I am not scared, I am not swimwear
I am standing on the waiting for the tsunami
And dad taught me love and sacrifice
But that's sort of like a book you read and forgot about
I don't love and I don't sacrifice
And youth was my for that, but that excuse is getting old
I'm gay
I'm thinking dad
I'm about death
What if this plane goes
That be okay, you know, I had a good run
I wonder if a lot of people come to my funeral
my fans would do something special
Maybe cry and maybe it'd be in the newspaper
Yeah, I I'd get in the Detroit News
Probably not the New Times
probably like my music more when I die
'Cause they'll know no more is
You see, love stories with endings
Right now, I'm just sort of a that's dragging on slowly
by page, year by year
But people want an ending, want a crash
want a ear in the fucking mail
I have one
All I have is another poem
And the knowledge that probably die somewhere confused and decrepit in a nursing home
I don't think this plane's crash
I'm thinking Otis, I'm thinking about Kurt
I'm thinking about Dilla, I'm about

[Outro: Rodman]
Changed my green, and all of a sudden
People looked at me like I was the
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