Luyện nghe bài hát Inspiration Island

My mecca of motivation is destruction.
Develop growing hatred, the of seduction.
My patience erupted, now my abducted,
living through this name constructed.
Not paid, so reluctant. Sucked darkness.
A place where I couldn't give a fuck if your heart's us.
your love doesn't even compare
to the energy I get an enemy's stare.
Is anyone 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 screaming and shouting 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 all inspiration, racking 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 pulling the bubble,
my on a course inspired from a song.
Cos I think of stems from the past.
Learn my idols not from a paid teacher in class.
My heroes weren't stars or sport celebrities.
The truth'd be, I up to my friends 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, aunties and my godson.
the reason 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 hang on the streets with the bong crew."

Deep in (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.

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.

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, I find a later.
It's for the peeps now.
I this deep down, echoing through your soul
now the rebound piercing your heart,
now open your eyes, and light, your near-death
you're showing 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 that instigate change.
phrase, every verse, every word, every sound,
every little bit of shit that's coming out my
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 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 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, it's all colder.
I need a to cry on.
Hear the of the lion lost in Zion, Babylon, Perth city.
Stand with me, march with me, laugh me and fight with me.
Sip a drink from cup and live forever.
Listen to this song, 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 to be brave to face the past.
I'm inspired by life, cos these I write are non-fiction.
Listen to the 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.
Wasting spirit like gum, up of our lies,
more and tied than a car park.
Hated mirrors, the first a slump and the last up a angel.
Number one to the ground, I'm a stark naked,
souls unfolding now, so, come and my gaping holes.
I peeled feathers to doubt
and once, coals.
this staff of jewels and treasures.
I'm still missing, pulls your like carcass leapers
or six-year-old girls a piss glass.
In African deserts, I'm a vases searching for my petals
before I tip the in, harping 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.
Struck high, up in moping.
even teach myself the ropes
I'll tire, nah, coping.
Revising bring me eager when 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 wish I had some advice for you kids.

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