Luyện nghe bài hát Petrified Life And The Twice Told Joke (decrepit Bricks)

I on decrepit bricks and kick sticks and rusty soda cans
for lack of better stimulation
Motivation comes and like gas station patrons
So sedation compensates for unexpected

That's my
Post, please leave me alone, that's just my attitude
No dysfunction flip side, I'm just your ordinary
They're waiting patiently for me to sin again but again

I'm really little angel
But that angel on my got strangled
For trying to tangle his nemesis, he caught him on the wrong day
And got cut like DJs spinning

I'm on my way to the store ignoring the
To purchase a of Marb' Reds with a stack of rolled pennies
I could go for and my stomach holds plenty
But my pocket's got holes, I guess the goal is to stay

Quite simply put me and my share interest
I'll never in love with that pretty green-eyed temptress twice
I learned my the first time
I just couldn't keep up with that ever-changing Jordan line of foot
Parallel to clones, my eye's vision monochromes
With seven shades and twenty tones, I breath artistic

They everything I'm feeding them
Put myself in every painting and use my spit as mat
And results are my children, we share the same
Cast the same reflections and interpret the dreams

Like whoa, whoa, like whoa, like whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

And at night, I roam these streets with no purpose
like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's

And at night, I roam streets with absolutely no purpose
like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I fine
Content with the fact I know this city's mine

I walk down dead end streets I didn't see the sign
Just to turn around and walk back, that's and dandy
But what's whack is the fact, I'm walking
Like, "Thank God for Walkmans"

I'm only yawning 'cause these simple minded mortals make me
So do I do? I resort to T.V.
In the seemingly lousy to numb myself with lackluster images
And insignificant like, "Willis was really Todd Bridges"

Just to have the upper hand in conversations
And for lack of better
I'm painting portraits of families with gloomy faces
"Don't Worry, Be Happy" T-shirts
And you're I'm tasteless

You misconstrue it but babies will embrace it
The essentials of a very bitter young man
That kicks rusty cans and walks on decrepit bricks
With a permanent of headphones
to make these lectures stick

I'll let them protesters picket like they are make a difference
And them die before they realize
That their cause was
Like their cause was

And at night, I roam these streets with no purpose
Feeling like I'm
But to my last statement, I feel fine
Content the fact that I know this city's mine

And at night, I roam these streets absolutely no purpose
Feeling I'm worthless
But to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact I know this city's mine

I walk on city sidewalks stepping on every single crack
Reminiscent of that joke we used to say we were snotty nose
My purpose got when my mind turned paraplegic
Plus I failed my Civil exam, they said I cheated

Not to mention tainted urine
And the attention of a second-grader
More fascinated with building blocks than wasting
Stressing his daily lesson, the ritalin

I've been gone with the wind like lottery tickets since day one
And on the left 'cause right's wrong
So do I do? I resort to friendly games of ping pong
And sing a in "Sixpence", I'm "None the Richer"
I just kiss her on the lips and trucking

And at night, I roam streets with absolutely no purpose
like I'm worthless
But to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact I know this city's mine

And at night, I roam these streets absolutely no purpose
like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I fine
Content with the that I know this city's mine