Luyện nghe bài hát Trite

[Sage

i'm having crises.
"no not." "yes we are."
i'm having crises.
"no not." "yes we are."

i have a feeling that hasn't been felt, feeling on my felt tip,
showing my hand...revealing what dealt with.
and how i'm dealing. cut the deck. evenly the pieces
of shit talking during our on weekends.
we can sing along to each other's song,
even if the interpretation is wrong,
make sure you don't bring the wrong mike,
'cause i don't care meeting a boyfriend we can all like (nah!).
this song is trite, hope ya like it.
could've your name with the title but i decided that i'd keep it private.
dream sequences just seem endless.
i can see myself a heated entrance
to your workplace with a on my face.
and a in my cheek. and a gun in my reach.
sneaking naked photos of myself under the seats of co-workers,
a knife to your throat and screaming out "i won't hurt her!"
like, "let her go!"
and i'm like, "let her grow!"
prisoners wouldn't listen to this. rational side was out on a furlough.
i like turbo-nuclear affairs.
i want a wife, a house, and two and a half to call when i'm not there.
hang up the phone, and have my wife call up the phone company,
and ask the company guy "why???"

and he's like, "ma'am...well, maybe you don't know how to talk."
and she's like, "damn...well...wanna me?"
"yeah of course."

case closed. and he knows how to trace calls,
so i make cranks saying, "i hate ya'll!"
i throw baseballs at my mirror, break a tear a-
nother page out of my diary, throwing it from the eighth floor 'til i a
pin drop. unsuspecting are in shock.
know i'm about to kill myself with a sling shot.
they bring for ammunition,
steal my lifetime magazines and cancel my subscription.
their are just itching to scratch my clean records.
my rap are infected, now i can't be president???
i just have to be elected! i ask for a second chance.
the back was "kid, you never did in the first place."

speaking of that, give me my blue ribbons back and anything is mine.
waiting for a guy who can't make it to the finish line.
when i die you recognize the picture buried inside the obituary,
but say, "bye, i miss you very much."

i'm always one for words at departing time,
in a years is when this dead star will shine.
say my name. nope. say my fuckin' name. nope.
you don't...know to call me so you don't.
you don't you don't me.
you you don't call me.