Luyện nghe bài hát Inspiration Island

My mecca of motivation is destruction.
growing hatred, the face 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 a fuck if your heart's with us.
Half your doesn't even compare
to the energy I get from an stare.
Is anyone I'm short of replies.
I'm starved with nothing to 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 like how had it back in the day.

Stuck in the thought.
up to think my dreams are made
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 from my not from a paid teacher in class.
My heroes rock stars or sport celebrities.
The truth'd be, I up to my friends and family.
I'm thanking everyone who me a chance,
who me a hand, when my head was stuck 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 these critics.
Take the disses and see 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 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 moving further. (We'll never fold)
We just roll and we and we roll and we roll.

Never gonna quit biz, it's too far gone.
I walk the step like my name was Neil Armstrong.
One giant leap for mankind, major.
Syllabolik, I find a later.
It's time for the now.
I feel this deep down, echoing through your
now feel the rebound piercing heart,
now open your eyes, and light, your like
when showing the lie.
Cos I spitting these of the Stairway to Heaven.
So, the gods can hear my call, when I'm no present.
I got a pension for dramatics, but never my lyrics.
Be the cogs turning that will 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 moving further. (We'll never fold)
We roll 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 keep moving further. (We'll fold)
We roll and we roll and we roll and we roll.

The days, we're all older.
The nights, it's all colder.
I a shoulder 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 this cup and forever.
Listen to this song, all be better.
See, the road we ain't covered in gold,
it's smothered with blood and 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 words I write are non-fiction.
Listen to the wisdom a all preordained.
Once you make a choice, never be the same.

Welcome to the explanation for the on one.
Patience push us, slash voodoo cushion with a half tongue.
the plaque of an aardvark 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 staple peeled to doubt
and once, coals.
this staff of jewels and treasures.
I'm still missing, pulls your like carcass leapers
or girls left a piss glass.
In African deserts, I'm a split vases for my petals
before I tip the in, harping on one string,
far from with 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
I'll tire, nah, coping.
Revising bring me eager reason when I'm and I'm bleeding.
I'm like, "La, here breathing."
But it's eating away at chips
and I apologise, I only I had some advice for you kids.

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