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

I walk on bricks and kick sticks and rusty soda cans
Simply for lack of stimulation
Motivation comes and goes like gas station
So compensates for unexpected vacations

my pre-gratitude
Post, leave me alone, that's just my rude attitude
No dysfunction flip side, I'm just your ordinary
waiting patiently for me to sin again but then again

I'm really mommy's little
But that angel on my shoulder got
For trying to with 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 pack of Marb' Reds a stack of rolled pennies
I could go for Denny's and my holds plenty
But my pocket's got holes, I guess the goal is to empty

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

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

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

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

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

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

to have the upper hand in monotonous conversations
And for of better stimulation
I'm painting of dysfunctional families with gloomy faces
Rockin' "Don't Worry, Be Happy"
And you're I'm tasteless

You misconstrue it but your babies will it
The basic essentials of a bitter young man
That kicks rusty soda cans and on decrepit bricks
With a permanent of headphones
Trying to make lectures stick

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

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

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

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

Not to mention tainted samples
And the attention span of a
More fascinated building blocks than wasting time
his daily lesson, hence the ritalin

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

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

And at night, I roam these with 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