Luyện nghe bài hát Inspiration Island

My of motivation is facing destruction.
growing hatred, the face of seduction.
My erupted, now my liberation's abducted,
living through this name constructed.
Not paid, so reluctant. Sucked darkness.
A place I couldn't give a fuck if your heart's with us.
your love doesn't even compare
to the energy I get from an stare.
Is there? I'm short of replies.
I'm starved with to feed off in this Lord of the Flies.
I'm by tribes of doubt 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 thought I would've kept on till my lungs are collapsing,
but I'm lacking all inspiration, my brain.
I want it to be just like how they had it in the day.

Stuck in the thought.
Brought up to think my are made
from the future, but of suckers were wrong.
As I the bong bubble,
my thought's on a course inspired a song.
Cos I think of stems from the past.
Learn from my idols not from a teacher in class.
My weren't rock stars or sport celebrities.
The be, I look up to my friends and family.
I'm thanking who gave 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.
the disses and see very low financial figures.
I'm saying, "Thanks mate and your family, you,
I probably hang on the streets 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 keep moving further. (We'll fold)
We just roll and we and we roll and we roll.

Never gonna quit this biz, too far gone.
I walk the monumental step like my name was Armstrong.
One leap for mankind, nothing major.
Syllabolik, I find a later.
It's time for the now.
I this deep down, echoing through your soul
now feel the piercing your heart,
now open your eyes, and light, your near-death
you're showing the lie.
Cos I spitting these of the Stairway to Heaven.
So, the gods can my call, when I'm no longer present.
I got a pension for dramatics, but never my lyrics.
Be the turning that will instigate change.
phrase, every verse, every word, every sound,
every little bit of shit 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 first up, (Taking toll)
but we moving further. (We'll never 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 further. (We'll never 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.
with me, march with me, laugh with me and fight with me.
Sip a drink from cup and live forever.
Listen to this song, all be better.
See, the we chose ain't covered in gold,
smothered with blood and then covered with love.
It's the Wiz that I want, cos I a heart,
I to be brave to face the past.
I'm inspired by life, cos words I write are non-fiction.
to the wisdom a reactions all preordained.
Once you make a choice, things'll be the same.

Welcome to the explanation for the on one.
Patience push us, slash voodoo with a half vacant tongue.
the plaque of an aardvark scum.
Wasting like gum, bust up of our lies,
more undown and tied 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 fill my holes.
I staple peeled feathers to
and once, coals.
this staff of jewels and treasures.
I'm still missing, pulls your path like leapers
or six-year-old girls left a glass.
In African deserts, I'm a split searching for my petals
before I tip the basket in, on one string,
far from laughing inspiration.
In fact I he's taken my man and eloped,
cos passionately groping her curves.
As I'm deferred, for hope.
Struck high, up in moping.
Can't even teach the ropes
I'll tire, nah, coping.
Revising bring me eager reason when I'm 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.

in inertia (Stuck in the cold)
last asleep, but the first up, (Taking 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)
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.