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

I walk on decrepit bricks and kick sticks and rusty cans
for lack of better stimulation
Motivation comes and goes like gas station
So sedation for unexpected vacations

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

I'm mommy's little angel
But that angel on my shoulder got
For trying to tangle with his nemesis, he 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' with a stack of rolled pennies
I could go for Denny's and my stomach plenty
But my got holes, I guess the goal is to stay empty

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You misconstrue it but your will embrace it
The basic of a very bitter young man
That kicks soda cans and walks on decrepit bricks
With a permanent pair of
Trying to make lectures stick

I'll let them protesters picket like they are gonna a difference
And watch them die before realize
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 statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact I know this city's mine

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

I walk on shitty city sidewalks stepping on 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 Service exam, they said I

Not to mention tainted urine
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 wind like lucky lottery tickets day one
And stepped on the left 'cause wrong
So what do I do? I resort to friendly of ping pong
And a song in "Sixpence", I'm "None the Richer"
I just her on the lips and keep trucking

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