Luyện nghe bài hát Inspiration Island

My mecca of is facing destruction.
growing hatred, the face of seduction.
My patience erupted, now my abducted,
living through name I've constructed.
Not paid, so reluctant. into darkness.
A place where I couldn't give a if your heart's with us.
Half your love even compare
to the energy I get from an stare.
Is there? I'm short of replies.
I'm starved with nothing to feed off in Lord of the Flies.
I'm cornered by tribes of doubt an escape.
I'm screaming and louder to get out of this place.
Looking out on the space, thinking, "How the did this happen?"
I thought I kept on rapping till my lungs are collapsing,
but I'm lacking all inspiration, my brain.
I it to be just like 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 inspired from a song.
Cos everything I think of stems the past.
Learn from my idols not from a paid in class.
My heroes weren't rock or sport celebrities.
The be, I look up to my friends and family.
I'm thanking everyone who 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.
Take the disses and see very low figures.
I'm saying, "Thanks mate and family, without you,
I hang on the streets with the bong crew."

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 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 keep moving further. (We'll fold)
We roll and we roll and we roll and we roll.

Never quit this biz, it's too far gone.
I walk the step like my name was Neil Armstrong.
One giant for mankind, nothing major.
Syllabolik, historically I a later.
It's time for the now.
I feel this down, echoing through your soul
now feel the piercing your heart,
now open your eyes, and light, like near-death
you're showing the lie.
Cos I spitting these of the Stairway to Heaven.
So, the can hear my call, when I'm no longer present.
I got a pension for dramatics, but never 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 moving further. (We'll never fold)
We just and we roll and we roll and we roll.
Deep in (Stuck in the cold)
last asleep, but the first up, (Taking toll)
but we keep moving further. (We'll fold)
We roll and we roll and we roll and we roll.

The days, all getting older.
The nights, all getting colder.
I need a to cry on.
Hear the call of the lost in Zion, Babylon, Perth city.
with 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 smothered with and then covered with love.
It's the Wiz I want, cos I need a heart,
I need to be brave to the past.
I'm inspired by life, cos these I write are non-fiction.
Listen to the a reactions all preordained.
Once you a choice, things'll never be the same.

Welcome to the explanation for the on one.
push us, slash voodoo cushion with a half vacant tongue.
Casting the plaque of an 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.
one steer to the ground, I'm a stark naked,
souls now, so, come and fill my gaping holes.
I peeled feathers to doubt
and once, coals.
Pillaging this staff of and treasures.
I'm still missing, pulls your path like leapers
or girls left a piss glass.
In African deserts, I'm a vases searching for my petals
I tip the basket in, harping on one string,
far laughing with inspiration.
In I think he's taken my man and eloped,
cos he's passionately her curves.
As I'm deferred, for hope.
Struck high, up in moping.
Can't even teach myself the
tire, nah, you're coping.
Revising me eager reason when I'm pinched and I'm bleeding.
I'm like, "La, here breathing."
But it's clearly eating at chips
and I apologise, I wish I had some advice for you kids.

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