Luyện nghe bài hát Inspiration Island

My mecca of is facing 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 give a fuck if your heart's with us.
your love doesn't even compare
to the I get from 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 by tribes of doubt without an escape.
I'm screaming and shouting louder to get out of place.
Looking out on the space, thinking, "How the fuck did happen?"
I thought I would've on rapping till my lungs are collapsing,
but I'm lacking all inspiration, my brain.
I want it to be like 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 pulling the bubble,
my thought's on a inspired from a song.
Cos I think of stems from the past.
Learn from my idols not from a teacher in class.
My heroes weren't rock or sport celebrities.
The truth'd be, I look up to my and family.
I'm thanking who gave me a chance,
who gave me a hand, my head 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.
Take the disses and see low financial figures.
I'm saying, "Thanks and your family, without you,
I probably hang on the streets with the crew."

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 roll and we and we roll.

Deep in (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.

Never gonna this biz, it's too far gone.
I walk the step like my name was Neil Armstrong.
One giant for mankind, nothing 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 like
when you're the lie.
Cos I these lessons 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 that will instigate change.
Every phrase, every verse, word, every sound,
every little bit of 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 moving 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 keep moving further. (We'll fold)
We just roll and we 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 call of the lion in Zion, Babylon, Perth city.
Stand with me, march with me, laugh with me and fight me.
Sip a drink 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 blood and then covered love.
the Wiz that I want, cos I need 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 wisdom a all preordained.
you make a choice, things'll never be the same.

Welcome to the explanation for the on one.
Patience push us, slash voodoo cushion a half vacant tongue.
the plaque of an aardvark scum.
Wasting spirit like gum, up of our lies,
more undown and tied a car park.
Hated mirrors, the first a and the last up a dark angel.
one steer to the ground, I'm a stark naked,
souls unfolding now, so, come and fill my holes.
I peeled feathers to doubt
and once, coals.
Pillaging this staff of 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 split vases searching for my
I tip the basket in, harping on one string,
far from laughing inspiration.
In fact I think he's my man and eloped,
cos he's passionately 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 reason when I'm and I'm bleeding.
I'm like, "La, you're breathing."
But it's clearly eating at chips
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 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 just and we roll and we roll and we roll.