Luyện nghe bài hát Eighty-five Sie One Remix

It seems like lately time be 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 these ropes,
and ain't no if I win or not,
These are getting heavy,
fight or flight you know how that goes,
Facin' is chasin',
got me obstacles,
And every hour is like a tightrope I walk greasy shoes,
Still yet I got my tellin' me that I can't lose,
So every time I start slippin' ego's 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 from those that love me,
There's a thin line happiness and hopeless,
An even line between on point and out of focus,
BUT to my story about my fall from glory,
And how I levitate from the time put before me,
say 'Be patient',
but what the fuck is when my heart is racin'?
Put in my situation,
Try to be humble,
you refrain from getting' pissed,
When you look down to see you're fallin' right time's abyss,
And to see visions,
you really miss, simple things,
Like your birthday wish,

Your girlfriend,
first love,
Your first kiss,
first time feeling hate,
The first you got dissed,
first day of school,
Your first college class,
Your time touchin' titties,
time you got ass,
Your first time learnin' from right,
First night,
The first you got your ass whooped in
Your first fight,
Your first dare,
Your first hair,
Your first time Jason,
Your nightmare,

when you realize that time was your worst nightmare,
And now you're asking yourself 'Why ain't life fair?',
You get to the bottom,
see the end of line,
Your first time ever losin' battle with time,
But before you meet your death,
one memory left,
The only one that's obsolete was first breath,

One to the next,
Clocks when you least expect it and make the simplest shit complex,

The baby got the planet fooled,
Books get judged by the covers worldwide, coincide the illest,
The real is fictional dreams,
No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit hit's the fan 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.

A can kill motivation,
why I'm never rockin' a watch,
What's a deadline when you're living on your own
I'm livin' slow, Pan style son,
You didn't know I 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 out and I can't see
And I'm deaf in my left ear but my right can cause
I'm happily. So why you mad at me?
Cause frustrations gave you grey hairs,
99% of life's spent chasin'
American nightmares, (GET THE OUT OF HERE)
I'm crazy childish, just the habits,
I play with my food, pick my nose, and eat it it,
Plus I pick my scabs, I be the to pop a blister,
Cause I'm more immature than that cat Sister-Sister,
If my parents me no I'm gonna do it anyway,
Experience will make more sense than anything they could ever say,

Forever playin' games until I'm sleepy,
Tony Pro Skater, please,
never beat me,
So basically you're off paying a bill or somethin',
Your is elderly, forty over the hill or somethin',
I'm at heart,
I'ma forever be a kid I'm on some Tom shit,
you seen the movie big?
My heart is trapped in '85 the coolest place I've ever in my life,
We watchin' Smurfs, eatin' LIFE,
Never knew a crack rock, it was Fraggle,
The only pink pussy we was Snaggle,
Your in the dirt,
We Hungry-Hippo's 'til our hands hurt,
What do you about pourin' out a whole box of Trix to get the toy out,
(Scared to) go to sleep cause somethin's under bed,
(And all it) was one look to get them thoughts out your head,
(And then ya') fall right to sleep without a in mind,
(That's why I) Can't understand why cat's be 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 down to it,
to deal with that I despise,
I just close my eyes and drift away to

One to the next,
Clocks when you least expect it and make the simplest shit complex,
The baby face got the fooled,
Books get judged by the covers worldwide, coincide the illest,
The real is just dreams,
No to deal 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