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

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