Luyện nghe bài hát The Jiggler

I'm sick of the knobs, your little baby's a slob
I love you but this house aint built for two
I think I panic a lot, not really sure what got
I wanna love you but this aint built for two
I'm sick of twisting the
So where's my sweet
I think I've hidden myself, but there's too many layers
I turn my and cough
I'm calling the cops
Is there something to me than just bible study?

Turn camera on
You wanna miss this
The way shifts
As it off the water
Below this shipI feel your fingertips
away
Can't shake the now
How far we've down
Like our best are behind us
the revisionistAnd I'm the narcissist
Drifting
To my ghost dance gold corona
Did I that lens, put my weight upon ya
Does the manifest to love and honor
Can the uphold, can we repeat our mantra

Trust my luck and show my feelings, cross my fingers, cards are dealing, busting out my shaped ceiling, hold my fuckin body back
I'm still raging from the sanction you placed the impoverished nations
Delusions of grandeur, have patience
Hold my body back

I can't the future
And I can't the past
focus any longer
Desperate to this last
Keep us going under
waste all that we have
You it in November
And it burned up in a Feel the hangover in my mind
But this one's a different kind Losing of the concept of time
My senses are frozen Losing touch with my of time
My are frozen