Luyện nghe bài hát Inspiration Island

My mecca of motivation is destruction.
Develop hatred, the face of seduction.
My erupted, now my liberation's abducted,
living through name I've constructed.
Not paid, so reluctant. into darkness.
A place where I couldn't give a fuck if heart's with us.
Half your love doesn't compare
to the I get from an enemy's stare.
Is anyone I'm short of replies.
I'm with nothing to feed off in this Lord of the Flies.
I'm cornered by tribes of doubt an escape.
I'm screaming and shouting to get out of this place.
Looking out on the space, thinking, "How the did this happen?"
I thought I would've kept on rapping till my are collapsing,
but I'm all inspiration, racking my brain.
I want it to be like how they had it back in the day.

Stuck in the thought.
Brought up to think my dreams are
the future, but of course suckers were wrong.
As I the bong bubble,
my thought's on a course from a song.
Cos everything I think of from the past.
Learn from my idols not a paid teacher in class.
My heroes weren't rock stars or celebrities.
The truth'd be, I up to my friends and family.
I'm everyone who gave 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, aunties and my godson.
You're the and drive, why I put up with these critics.
the disses and see very low financial figures.
I'm saying, "Thanks mate and your family, you,
I probably hang on the streets the bong crew."

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

in inertia (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.

Never gonna 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.
It's time for the now.
I this deep down, echoing through your soul
now the rebound piercing your heart,
now your eyes, and light, your like near-death
when you're the lie.
Cos I spitting lessons of the Stairway to Heaven.
So, the gods can hear my call, when I'm no present.
I got a for dramatics, but never mistake my lyrics.
Be the cogs turning that instigate change.
Every phrase, every verse, 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 further. (We'll never fold)
We just and we roll and we roll and we roll.
Deep in (Stuck in the cold)
asleep, but the first up, (Taking it's toll)
but we moving further. (We'll never fold)
We just roll and we and we roll and we roll.

The days, all getting older.
The nights, all getting colder.
I need a to cry on.
Hear the call of the lost in Zion, Babylon, Perth city.
with me, march with me, laugh with me and fight with me.
Sip a drink from cup and live forever.
Listen to this song, all be better.
See, the road we ain't covered in gold,
it's smothered with blood and then with love.
It's the Wiz I want, cos I need a heart,
I need to be brave to the past.
I'm by life, cos these words I write are non-fiction.
Listen to the wisdom a all preordained.
you make a choice, things'll never be the same.

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

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