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

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