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

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