Luyện nghe bài hát Inspiration Island

My of motivation is facing destruction.
Develop hatred, the face of seduction.
My patience erupted, now my abducted,
living through this I've constructed.
Not paid, so reluctant. into darkness.
A place where I couldn't give a fuck if your with us.
Half love doesn't even compare
to the energy I get from an stare.
Is there? I'm short of replies.
I'm starved nothing 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 did this happen?"
I thought I would've kept on rapping 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 think my dreams are
from the future, but of course suckers wrong.
As I the bong bubble,
my thought's on a course inspired a song.
Cos I think of stems from the past.
Learn my idols not from a paid teacher in class.
My heroes weren't rock or sport celebrities.
The truth'd be, I look up to my and family.
I'm everyone who gave me a chance,
who gave me a hand, when my was stuck in the sand
To my Mum and my Dad, for eternal love.
My brothers, cousins, uncles, and my little 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 your family, you,
I probably on the streets 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.

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.

Never gonna quit this biz, too far gone.
I walk the monumental step like my was Neil Armstrong.
One giant leap for mankind, major.
Syllabolik, historically I a later.
It's for the peeps now.
I feel this deep down, echoing through soul
now the rebound piercing your heart,
now open your eyes, and light, your near-death
when you're the lie.
Cos I these 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 will instigate change.
Every phrase, every verse, every word, sound,
every bit of shit that's coming out my mouth
so get on kid.
Yeah, Drapht, Downsyde, Layla.
Da da da da.

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.
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 roll and we and we roll.

The days, we're all older.
The nights, it's all colder.
I a shoulder to cry on.
the call of the lion lost in Zion, Babylon, Perth city.
Stand with me, march with me, laugh with me and fight me.
Sip a from this cup and live forever.
Listen to this song, all be better.
See, the we chose ain't covered in gold,
it's smothered blood and then covered with love.
It's the Wiz that I want, cos I a heart,
I need to be to face the past.
I'm inspired by life, cos words I write are non-fiction.
Listen to the a reactions all preordained.
you make a choice, things'll never be the same.

Welcome to the for the waited on one.
Patience push us, slash voodoo cushion with a vacant tongue.
the plaque of an aardvark scum.
Wasting spirit gum, bust up of our lies,
more undown and tied a car park.
mirrors, the first a slump and the last up a dark angel.
Number one steer to the ground, I'm a naked,
souls now, so, come and fill my gaping holes.
I staple peeled to doubt
and once, coals.
this staff of jewels and treasures.
I'm still missing, pulls your path like carcass
or six-year-old girls left a glass.
In African deserts, I'm a vases searching for my petals
before I tip the basket in, on one string,
far from laughing inspiration.
In fact I think he's my man and eloped,
cos he's groping her curves.
As I'm deferred, for hope.
high, caught up in moping.
Can't teach myself the ropes
I'll tire, nah, coping.
bring me eager reason when I'm pinched and I'm bleeding.
I'm like, "La, here breathing."
But it's clearly eating away at
and I apologise, I only I had some 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 and we roll and we roll.
Deep in (Stuck in the cold)
last asleep, but the up, (Taking it's toll)
but we keep moving further. (We'll fold)
We just roll and we and we roll and we roll.