Luyện nghe bài hát Eighty-five

It like lately time be beatin' my ass,
Every step is like a right hook from Iron Tyson in his prime,
It's my mind is on a tredmill,
I'm bullets,
see the but I can't pull it,
belt just keeps bringin' me back,
And minute is like a 'tiger uppercut' from Sagat,
I'm up against ropes,
and ain't no if I win or not,
These gloves are heavy,
it's fight or flight you how that goes,
clocks is chasin',
got me obstacles,
And every hour is like a tightrope I walk with shoes,
Still yet I got my conscience tellin' me I can't lose,
So every I start slippin' ego's start trippin',
I real hard and levitate just like I'm GOD,
And I'm lovely,
I'm in the clouds no one me,
With the gift to differentiate snakes from those love me,
There's a thin line between and hopeless,
An thinner line between on point and out of focus,
BUT Back to my story my fall from glory,
And how I levitate from the fate put before me,
say 'Be patient',
but what the fuck is patience my heart is racin'?
Put in my situation,
Try to be humble,
you won't refrain from pissed,
When you look down to see you're fallin' right through abyss,
And to see visions,
memories you miss, simple things,
Like your first wish,

first girlfriend,
Your love,
first French kiss,
Your time feeling hate,
The first you got dissed,
first day of school,
Your very college class,
Your first time titties,
time you got ass,
Your first time learnin' from right,
First night,
The first time you got your ass in
Your real fight,
Your triple-double dare,
Your first hair,
Your time watchin' Jason,
first nightmare,

That's when you realize that time was your nightmare,
And now you're stuck asking yourself 'Why life fair?',
You get to the bottom,
see the end of line,
Your first time ever losin' this with time,
But right before you meet death,
one memory left,
The one that's obsolete was your first breath,

One to the next,
Clocks switch when you least expect it and make the shit complex,
The baby got the planet fooled,
Books get judged by the worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The real is fictional dreams,
No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit the fan with every click of a hand,
be a man eventually,
When the kid in me is satisfied, but the day arrives all I got is eighty-five.

A clock can motivation,
that's why I'm rockin' a watch,
a deadline when you're living on your own time?
I'm slow, Peter Pan style son,
You know I never grow up,
my is set at six years old,
As far as I'm this grown-up shit is for the birds,
So the skittles,
Fruits, the Now N Laters, and Nerds,
I'm eatin' sweets until my teeth fall out and I see
And I'm deaf in my left ear but my right can cause
I'm happily. So why you mad at me?
Cause your gave you grey hairs,
99% of your life's spent
nightmares, (GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE)
I'm childish, just check the habits,
I play with my food, my nose, and eat it damn it,
Plus I pick my scabs, I be the to pop a blister,
Cause I'm immature than that cat from Sister-Sister,
If my tell me no I'm gonna do it anyway,
Experience will make more sense than anything that they could say,

Forever playin' video until I'm sleepy,
Tony Pro Skater, please,
never beat me,
So basically you're off paying a bill or somethin',
mind is elderly, forty over the hill or somethin',
I'm at heart,
I'ma forever be a kid I'm on Tom Hanks shit,
you ever seen the big?
My heart is trapped in '85 the coolest I've ever been in my life,
We Smurfs, eatin' cinnamon LIFE,
Never knew a rock, cause it was Fraggle,
The only pink we knew was Snaggle,
mind's in the dirt,
We playin' Hungry-Hippo's our hands hurt,
What do you know about pourin' out a whole box of to get the toy out,
(Scared to) go to sleep cause under your bed,
(And all it) took was one to get them thoughts out your head,
(And then ya') right to sleep without a worry in mind,
(That's why I) Can't why cat's be hurryin' time,
And I don't wanna grow up I'm a Crab Kid,
And I enjoy the company of people I wit',
But if it comes to it,
to deal with that I despise,
I just close my eyes and drift to Eighty-Five

One to the next,
switch when you least expect it and make the simplest shit complex,
The baby face got the fooled,
Books get by the covers worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The is just fictional dreams,
No time to with two dimensional fiends, shit hit's the fan with every click of a hand,
be a man eventually,
When the kid in me is satisfied, but 'til the day all I got is eighty-five