Luyện nghe bài hát i'm thinking about horses

[Intro: Posner]
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[Verse: Mike
I'm about God
Is it a he or a she or a or love?
Does she personally ordain every occurrence and moment
Or did she set the universe in motion and then on?
To try to top her
this universe wasn't an achievement at all
Maybe our lives, our wars, our fuckups, our
Our love, our humanity, our passion, our pennies, our
Are all just a before the show
A sketch before the mural, a stretch before the
Does she love me? Does God know I'm
I'm thinking about God, I'm about sex
I've been holy all day and acted in ways deserve adjectives like "honorable," "good," and "straight"
But it's 10PM now and I'm bored
I watched a movie on the internet alone and now over
I pick up my phone and text every female I know within a 15 radius
It's a terrible thing deserves adjectives like "chauvinistic," "objectifying," and "asshole-ish" (Dennis Rodman)
I made that up for myself
"Hey, Nicole"
"Oh, hey, what's up Mike? I'm to get in bed, you?"
"Well, I'm chilling, I've just been about you ;)"
"Haha, really random, I haven't seen you in so long. What you think about me?"
"Well, to be honest, I'm bored, and I'm thinking sex"
I'm thinking horses, they're so goddamn regal
Their muscles ripple through skin like waves in a little ocean
Magnificent
But why the fuck do they to us?
They're so stronger than they know
But they trade their freedom for a dependable
They let people get on top of them and tell them to go
But how can I
Is that not what I do?
Is not exactly what we all do?
I'm thinking horses
I'm thinking dad
70 and he's just starting to get old
Things are change soon
I feel ready for the change that's coming soon
I am on the beach watching the tsunami grow
From a minuscule rise in the to a monstrous tidal wave
I am not moving, I am not
I am not scared, I am not wearing
I am standing on the beach waiting for the
And dad me about love and sacrifice
But that's sort of like a book that you read and forgot
'Cause I don't love and I sacrifice
And youth was my excuse for that, but excuse is getting old
I'm gay
I'm about dad
I'm about death
What if this plane down?
would be okay, you know, I had a good run
I wonder if a lot of would come to my funeral
Maybe my fans do something special
Maybe they'd cry and maybe it'd be in the
Yeah, I I'd get in the Detroit News
not the New York Times
People'll probably my music more when I die
'Cause they'll no more is coming
You see, people love stories with
Right now, I'm just of a story that's dragging on slowly
by page, year by year
But people want an ending, they a crash
They want a ear in the fucking
I have one
All I have is another poem
And the knowledge that I'll probably die somewhere confused and in a nursing home
I don't this plane's gonna crash
I'm thinking about Otis, I'm thinking about
I'm thinking Dilla, I'm thinking about

[Outro: Dennis
my hair green, and all of a sudden
People at me like I was the devil
we go