Luyện nghe bài hát i'm thinking about horses

[Intro: Mike
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[Verse: Mike
I'm thinking God
Is it a he or a she or a or love?
she personally ordain every occurrence and every moment
Or did she set the universe in motion and move on?
To try to top her
Maybe this universe an achievement at all
our lives, our wars, our fuckups, our diseases
Our love, our humanity, our passion, our pennies, our
Are all a rehearsal before the show
A sketch before the mural, a stretch before the
Does she me? Does God know I'm here?
I'm thinking about God, I'm thinking sex
I've been holy all day and acted in ways that adjectives like "honorable," "good," and "straight"
But after 10PM now and I'm bored
I watched a movie on the internet and now it's over
I pick up my phone and text every female I know within a 15 mile
It's a terrible thing that adjectives like "chauvinistic," "objectifying," and "asshole-ish" (Dennis Rodman)
I made that up just for
"Hey, Nicole"
"Oh, hey, up Mike? I'm about to get in bed, you?"
"Well, I'm chilling, I've just been thinking you ;)"
"Haha, really random, I haven't you in so long. What made you think about me?"
"Well, to be honest, I'm bored, and I'm thinking sex"
I'm thinking about horses, they're so goddamn
Their muscles ripple through their skin like waves in a little
Magnificent
But why the do they listen to us?
They're so much stronger they know
But they trade their freedom for a meal
They let people get on top of them and them where to go
But how can I
Is that not exactly I do?
Is that not exactly we all do?
I'm thinking about
I'm thinking dad
70 and he's just starting to get old
Things are gonna soon
I don't feel ready for the that's coming soon
I am standing on the beach the tsunami grow
From a minuscule rise in the horizon to a monstrous tidal
I am not moving, I am not
I am not scared, I am not swimwear
I am standing on the beach waiting for the
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 excuse for that, but that excuse is old
I'm gay
I'm about dad
I'm about death
if this plane goes down?
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 they'd cry and it'd be in the newspaper
Yeah, I I'd get in the Detroit News
Probably not the New York
People'll probably like my music when I die
'Cause know no more is coming
You see, people love with endings
now, I'm just sort of a story that's dragging on slowly
Page by page, by year
But people an ending, they want a crash
They a ear in the fucking mail
I have one
All I have is another poem
And the knowledge I'll probably die somewhere confused and decrepit in a nursing home
I don't think plane's gonna crash
I'm thinking about Otis, I'm about Kurt
I'm about Dilla, I'm thinking about

[Outro: Dennis
Changed my hair green, and all of a
looked at me like I was the devil
we go