Luyện nghe bài hát Inspiration Island

My of motivation is facing destruction.
growing hatred, the face of seduction.
My erupted, now my liberation's abducted,
through this name I've constructed.
Not paid, so reluctant. into darkness.
A place where I give a fuck if your heart's with us.
Half love doesn't even compare
to the energy I get from an stare.
Is anyone there? I'm of replies.
I'm starved nothing to feed off in this Lord of the Flies.
I'm by tribes of doubt without an escape.
I'm screaming and shouting louder to get out of place.
Looking out on the space, thinking, "How the did this happen?"
I I would've kept on rapping till my lungs are collapsing,
but I'm all inspiration, racking my brain.
I want it to be just how they had it back in the day.

Stuck in the thought.
Brought up to think my are made
the future, but of course suckers were wrong.
As I pulling the bubble,
my thought's on a course from a song.
Cos everything I think of stems the past.
Learn my idols not from a paid teacher in class.
My heroes weren't rock or sport celebrities.
The truth'd be, I look up to my and family.
I'm thanking everyone who me a chance,
who gave me a hand, when my was stuck in the sand
To my Mum and my Dad, for their love.
My brothers, cousins, uncles, and my little godson.
You're the reason and drive, why I put up with critics.
Take the and see very low financial figures.
I'm saying, "Thanks mate and your family, you,
I probably hang on the with the bong crew."

Deep in (Stuck in the cold)
asleep, but the first up, (Taking it's toll)
but we keep moving further. (We'll fold)
We just roll and we and we roll and we roll.

Deep in (Stuck in the cold)
asleep, but the first up, (Taking it's toll)
but we keep further. (We'll never fold)
We just roll and we and we roll and we roll.

Never quit this biz, it's too far gone.
I walk the monumental step my name was Neil Armstrong.
One giant leap for mankind, major.
Syllabolik, I find a later.
time for the peeps now.
I feel deep down, echoing through your soul
now the rebound piercing your heart,
now open your eyes, and light, like near-death
you're showing the lie.
Cos I spitting these of the Stairway to Heaven.
So, the can hear my call, when I'm no longer present.
I got a pension for dramatics, but mistake my lyrics.
Be the cogs that will instigate change.
Every phrase, verse, every word, every sound,
every bit of shit that's coming out my mouth
so get on kid.
Yeah, Drapht, Downsyde, Layla.
Da da da da.

Deep in (Stuck in the cold)
last asleep, but the first up, (Taking toll)
but we keep moving further. (We'll fold)
We just and we roll and we roll and we roll.
Deep in (Stuck in the cold)
last asleep, but the up, (Taking it's toll)
but we keep moving further. (We'll fold)
We just roll and we roll and we and we roll.

The days, we're all older.
The nights, all getting colder.
I need a to cry on.
Hear the of the lion lost in Zion, Babylon, Perth city.
Stand with me, march with me, with me and fight with me.
Sip a drink this cup and live forever.
Listen to song, it'll all be better.
See, the road we chose ain't in gold,
it's smothered with blood and then with love.
It's the Wiz that I want, cos I a heart,
I need to be to face the past.
I'm inspired by life, cos these I write are non-fiction.
Listen to the wisdom a all preordained.
Once you make a choice, things'll be the same.

to the explanation for the waited on one.
Patience push us, voodoo cushion with a half vacant tongue.
Casting the of an aardvark scum.
Wasting spirit gum, bust up of our lies,
undown and tied than a car park.
Hated mirrors, the first a and the last up a dark angel.
Number one to the ground, I'm a stark naked,
unfolding now, so, come and fill my gaping holes.
I staple peeled feathers to
and once, coals.
Pillaging this staff of and treasures.
I'm missing, pulls your path like carcass leapers
or six-year-old girls a piss glass.
In deserts, I'm a split vases searching for my petals
I tip the basket in, harping on one string,
far from with inspiration.
In fact I think he's my man and eloped,
cos he's passionately her curves.
As I'm deferred, for hope.
Struck high, up in moping.
Can't even myself the ropes
tire, nah, you're coping.
Revising bring me eager when I'm pinched and I'm bleeding.
I'm like, "La, you're breathing."
But it's eating away at chips
and I apologise, I only I had some advice for you kids.

Deep in (Stuck in the cold)
last asleep, but the first up, (Taking toll)
but we moving further. (We'll never fold)
We roll and we roll and we roll and we roll.
in inertia (Stuck in the cold)
last asleep, but the up, (Taking it's toll)
but we keep further. (We'll never fold)
We just roll and we roll and we and we roll.