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

I walk on decrepit and kick sticks and rusty soda cans
Simply for of better stimulation
Motivation comes and goes like gas patrons
So sedation for unexpected vacations

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

I'm really mommy's little
But that angel on my shoulder got
For trying to tangle with his nemesis, he him on the wrong day
And got cut DJs spinning doubles

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

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

eating everything I'm feeding them
Put myself in 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, whoa, like 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
Content with the fact that I this city's mine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not to mention tainted samples
And the attention of a second-grader
fascinated with building blocks than wasting time
Stressing his daily lesson, hence the

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

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

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