Luyện nghe bài hát Inspiration Island

My mecca of motivation is destruction.
Develop growing hatred, the of seduction.
My patience erupted, now my abducted,
through this name I've constructed.
Not paid, so reluctant. into darkness.
A place where I couldn't give a fuck if your heart's us.
Half your love doesn't even
to the I get from an enemy's stare.
Is anyone there? I'm of replies.
I'm starved with nothing to off in this Lord of the Flies.
I'm by tribes of doubt without an escape.
I'm screaming and louder to get out of this place.
out on the space, thinking, "How the fuck did this happen?"
I thought I would've kept on rapping 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 were wrong.
As I the bong bubble,
my on a course inspired from a song.
Cos everything I of stems from the past.
from my idols not from a paid teacher in class.
My heroes weren't rock stars or 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 head was stuck in the
To my Mum and my Dad, for their love.
My brothers, cousins, uncles, and my little godson.
You're the and drive, why I put up with these critics.
Take the and see very low financial figures.
I'm saying, "Thanks and your 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 further. (We'll never fold)
We just and we roll and we roll and we roll.

in inertia (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.

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 time for the now.
I feel this deep down, echoing your soul
now feel the rebound piercing 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 my call, when I'm no longer present.
I got a pension for dramatics, but mistake my lyrics.
Be the cogs that will instigate change.
Every phrase, verse, every word, every 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 moving further. (We'll fold)
We just roll and we and we roll and we roll.
in inertia (Stuck in the cold)
last asleep, but the up, (Taking it's toll)
but we keep moving further. (We'll fold)
We just 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.
Stand with me, march with me, laugh me and fight with me.
Sip a from this cup and live forever.
Listen to song, it'll all be better.
See, the we chose ain't covered in gold,
it's smothered with and then covered with love.
It's the Wiz I want, cos I need a heart,
I to be brave to face the past.
I'm inspired by life, cos these I write are non-fiction.
to the wisdom a reactions all preordained.
Once you make a choice, things'll be the same.

to the explanation for the waited on one.
Patience push us, voodoo cushion with a half vacant tongue.
Casting the plaque of an scum.
spirit like 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 to the ground, I'm a stark naked,
souls unfolding now, so, come and my gaping holes.
I staple peeled feathers to
and once, coals.
Pillaging this of jewels 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
before I tip the basket in, on one string,
far from laughing inspiration.
In I think he's taken my man and eloped,
cos he's passionately her curves.
As I'm deferred, for hope.
high, caught up in moping.
Can't teach myself the ropes
tire, nah, you're coping.
Revising bring me eager reason I'm pinched and I'm bleeding.
I'm like, "La, you're breathing."
But it's clearly eating away at
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 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 moving further. (We'll fold)
We just and we roll and we roll and we roll.