Luyện nghe bài hát Inspiration Island

My mecca of is facing destruction.
Develop hatred, the face of seduction.
My erupted, now my liberation's abducted,
living through name I've constructed.
Not paid, so reluctant. Sucked darkness.
A place where I couldn't give a fuck if your with us.
Half your doesn't even compare
to the energy I get from an stare.
Is there? I'm short of replies.
I'm starved with to feed off in this Lord of the Flies.
I'm cornered by tribes of without an escape.
I'm and shouting louder to get out of this place.
Looking out on the space, thinking, "How the fuck did happen?"
I I would've kept on rapping till my lungs are collapsing,
but I'm lacking all inspiration, my brain.
I want it to be just how they had it back in the day.

in the timeless thought.
Brought up to my dreams are made
from the future, but of course suckers wrong.
As I the bong bubble,
my thought's on a course inspired a song.
Cos everything I of stems from the past.
Learn from my idols not a paid teacher in class.
My heroes weren't rock or sport celebrities.
The be, I look up to my friends and family.
I'm thanking who gave me a chance,
who gave me a hand, when my head was in the sand
To my Mum and my Dad, for eternal love.
My brothers, cousins, uncles, aunties and my godson.
You're the reason and drive, why I put up with critics.
the disses and see very low financial figures.
I'm saying, "Thanks mate and family, without you,
I probably hang on the with the bong crew."

in inertia (Stuck in the cold)
last asleep, but the first up, (Taking toll)
but we keep moving further. (We'll fold)
We just and we roll and we roll and we roll.

in inertia (Stuck in the cold)
last asleep, but the first up, (Taking toll)
but we keep further. (We'll never fold)
We just roll and we roll and we and we roll.

Never gonna quit this biz, too far gone.
I walk the step like my name was Neil Armstrong.
One leap for mankind, nothing major.
Syllabolik, historically I a later.
It's for the peeps now.
I feel this deep down, echoing through your
now feel the piercing your heart,
now open your eyes, and light, your near-death
you're showing the lie.
Cos I spitting lessons of the Stairway to Heaven.
So, the gods can hear my call, I'm no longer present.
I got a pension for dramatics, but mistake my lyrics.
Be the cogs turning that instigate change.
phrase, every verse, every word, every sound,
every little bit of that's coming out my mouth
so get on kid.
Yeah, Drapht, Downsyde, Layla.
Da da da da.

Deep in (Stuck in the cold)
asleep, but the first up, (Taking it's toll)
but we keep further. (We'll never fold)
We just roll and we and we roll and we roll.
Deep in (Stuck in the cold)
last asleep, but the up, (Taking it's toll)
but we keep further. (We'll never fold)
We just and we roll and we roll and we roll.

The days, all getting older.
The nights, it's all colder.
I a shoulder to cry on.
Hear the call of the lion in Zion, Babylon, Perth city.
Stand me, march with me, laugh with me and fight with me.
Sip a from this cup and live forever.
Listen to song, it'll all be better.
See, the road we chose covered in gold,
it's with blood and then covered with love.
It's the Wiz I want, cos I need a heart,
I need to be to face the past.
I'm inspired by life, cos these I write are non-fiction.
Listen to the wisdom a all preordained.
Once you a choice, things'll never be the same.

Welcome to the explanation for the on one.
Patience push us, slash voodoo cushion with a vacant tongue.
the plaque of an aardvark scum.
Wasting like gum, bust up of our lies,
more undown and than a car park.
Hated mirrors, the first a slump and the up a dark angel.
Number one to the ground, I'm a stark naked,
souls unfolding now, so, come and fill my holes.
I peeled feathers to doubt
and once, coals.
this staff of jewels and treasures.
I'm still missing, pulls your path like carcass
or six-year-old left a piss glass.
In African deserts, I'm a split vases for my petals
before I tip the basket in, on one string,
far from laughing inspiration.
In fact I he's taken my man and eloped,
cos he's groping her curves.
As I'm deferred, for hope.
high, caught up in moping.
Can't even teach myself the
I'll tire, nah, coping.
Revising me eager reason when I'm pinched and I'm bleeding.
I'm like, "La, here breathing."
But clearly eating away at chips
and I apologise, I only wish I had advice for you kids.

in inertia (Stuck in the cold)
last asleep, but the first up, (Taking toll)
but we keep further. (We'll never fold)
We just roll and we roll and we and we roll.
in inertia (Stuck in the cold)
last asleep, but the first up, (Taking toll)
but we moving further. (We'll never fold)
We just roll and we and we roll and we roll.