🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Excuses ( ft MYK ) - Epik High

 Education is  my religion.
 Intuition  killing my religion.
 My religion  killing your religion.
 My  your religion.
 
 [Myk's Verse]
 Lungs  from this filth that I'm breathing.
 Polluted phrases are the kill of the 
 My ears  and in turn I speak treasons,
  through a system that dubs realists as heathens.
 Like the cigarettes I'm 'chained' to, wicked words can  the devil in
 Disguise that  off of maiming you.
 But  blaming who?
 Never are  the ones.
 We point the finger at the  and the chosen 'son'.
 
 Who's to  No remedy to cure this pain. (Over pain inside)
  remedy to cure this pain.
 Cuz  believe there's nothing there for me.
 
 All  senses are killing my innocence.
 Cruel inventions are  my innocence.
 No innocence is killing your 
 My  your innocence.
 
 [Tablo's Verse]
  it on terror. Computer error.
  east and west coast and the post-consumer era.
 The mayor, the president. The  the elements.
 Whatever's  but never look in to your mirror.
 What you want, what you need  to be blameless.
 Don't blame the DJ,  the playlist. Cause blame is a slutty word.
 Ex-planation,  ex-cuse share the same 'ex'.
 
 Who's to blame.  remedy to cure this pain. (Over pain inside)
 No remedy to  this pain.
 Cuz I believe there's nothing  for me.
 
 [Mithra's Verse]
 You don't wanna know  sinner.
 You don't wanna  the killer.
 You don't wanna know the 
 You don't wanna know the killer.  it's you.
 
 Television  stalling evolution.
 Medication is  evolution.
 Evolution  stalling revolution. Evolution, revolution.
 
 Collaboration, the  of revolution.
 My decision, the start of 
 Revolution,  start of evolution.
 Revolution, evolution.
 
  to blame. No remedy to cure this pain. (Over pain inside)
 No remedy  cure this pain.
 Cuz I believe there's nothing there  me.
 
 Blame yourself.