Luyện nghe bài hát i'm thinking about horses

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

Mike Posner]
I'm thinking God
Is it a he or a she or a or love?
Does she personally every occurrence and every moment
Or did she set the universe in and then move on?
To try to top her
Maybe this universe wasn't an at all
Maybe our lives, our wars, our fuckups, our
Our love, our humanity, our passion, our pennies, our
Are all just a before the show
A sketch before the mural, a before the jump
Does she love me? Does God know I'm
I'm thinking God, I'm thinking about sex
I've been holy all day and acted in that deserve adjectives like "honorable," "good," and "straight"
But it's 10PM now and I'm bored
I watched a movie on the internet alone and now over
I pick up my phone and text every I know within a 15 mile radius
It's a terrible thing that deserves adjectives "chauvinistic," "objectifying," and "asshole-ish" (Dennis Rodman)
I made that up for myself
"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 you in so long. What made you think about me?"
"Well, to be honest, I'm bored, and I'm thinking sex"
I'm about horses, they're so goddamn regal
Their muscles ripple through their skin like in a little ocean
Magnificent
But why the do they listen to us?
They're so much than they know
But they their freedom for a dependable meal
They let get on top of them and tell them where to go
But how can I
Is that not exactly I do?
Is that not what we all do?
I'm about horses
I'm thinking dad
70 and he's just starting to get old
Things are gonna change
I don't feel ready for the that's coming soon
I am standing on the beach the tsunami grow
a minuscule rise in the horizon to a monstrous tidal wave
I am not moving, I am not
I am not scared, I am not wearing
I am standing on the beach waiting for the
And dad me about love and sacrifice
But that's sort of like a book you read and forgot about
'Cause I love and I don't sacrifice
And youth was my excuse for that, but that excuse is old
I'm gay
I'm thinking dad
I'm thinking about
What if this plane down?
would be okay, you know, I had a good run
I wonder if a lot of people would to my funeral
Maybe my fans would do something
Maybe cry and maybe it'd be in the newspaper
Yeah, I think I'd get in the News
not the New York Times
People'll like my music more when I die
'Cause know no more is coming
You see, people love stories with
Right now, I'm just sort of a story that's on slowly
Page by page, by year
But want an ending, they want a crash
want a ear in the fucking mail
I don't one
All I have is lousy poem
And the knowledge that I'll probably die confused and decrepit in a nursing home
I don't think this plane's crash
I'm about Otis, I'm thinking about Kurt
I'm about Dilla, I'm thinking about

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