Luyện nghe bài hát i'm thinking about horses

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

Mike Posner]
I'm thinking God
Is it a he or a she or a feeling or
Does she ordain every occurrence and every moment
Or did she set the universe in motion and then on?
To try to top her
Maybe this wasn't an achievement at all
our lives, our wars, our fuckups, our diseases
Our love, our humanity, our passion, our pennies, our
Are all just a before the show
A sketch before the mural, a stretch before the
Does she love me? God know I'm here?
I'm thinking God, I'm thinking about sex
I've been holy all day and in ways that deserve adjectives like "honorable," "good," and "straight"
But it's after 10PM now and I'm
I watched a movie on the internet alone and now over
I pick up my and text every female I know within a 15 mile radius
It's a terrible thing deserves adjectives like "chauvinistic," "objectifying," and "asshole-ish" (Dennis Rodman)
I made up just for myself
"Hey, Nicole"
"Oh, hey, up Mike? I'm about to get in bed, you?"
"Well, I'm chilling, I've just been 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 thinking about horses, they're so regal
Their ripple through their skin like waves in a little ocean
beasts
But why the fuck do they to us?
They're so stronger than they know
But trade their freedom for a dependable meal
let people get on top of them and tell them where to go
But how can I
Is that not what I do?
Is that not what we all do?
I'm about horses
I'm about 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 watching 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 wearing
I am standing on the beach for the tsunami
And dad taught me about and sacrifice
But that's sort of like a that you read and forgot about
'Cause I don't and I don't sacrifice
And was my excuse for that, but that excuse is getting old
I'm gay
I'm thinking dad
I'm thinking about
What if this plane down?
That would be okay, you know, I had a run
I wonder if a lot of people would to my funeral
Maybe my fans do something special
Maybe they'd cry and maybe be in the newspaper
Yeah, I think I'd get in the Detroit
Probably not the New York
probably like my music more when I die
'Cause they'll know no more is
You see, people stories with endings
now, I'm just sort of a story that's dragging on slowly
Page by page, year by
But people want an ending, they a crash
They want a ear in the mail
I don't one
All I is another lousy poem
And the knowledge that I'll probably die somewhere confused and in a nursing home
I don't think plane's gonna crash
I'm thinking about Otis, I'm thinking Kurt
I'm thinking about Dilla, I'm thinking

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