Minus Blindfold Lyrics
Must leave the house soon mean gone cause my pops he's hotGrab my blue backpack, My walkman, grip my bicycleBecause I know my friends are waiting at the doorI'm feeling loose like you - Just fucking around and shitTil that comes fifty-five I'm twenty-sixLet me go I give moreAnd you know I fold ICome at me! Come! Come!My activites don't cross but they createYou know I want to pick you upBut they don't want you toAsking for it, like we gotYes we cross but we createYou know I want to pick you upBut they don't want you - shit fuck'emYou let this screw I thought they knew youBut when you turned your back I know they're going doYou had to prove me right and then we didAnd that son of a bitch he swerved almost hit two kidsI'm feeling heartless, I'm feeling hateSo when there's nothin but the real swing in her fuckinRape! No! One! Me! no choiceLet me go I get boredAnd you know I'm fuckin flown!Come on! Come! Come!My activities don't cross but they createYou know I want to pick you upBut they don't want you toThreaten me court, like we gotYeah we cross but we createYou know I want to pick you upBut they don't want you - BurnLet me go I give moreAnd you know - ohhSo good we could andWe learned to cry andLift me upCome on! Come!My activities don't cross but they createYou know I want to pick you upBut they don't want youDis me court, like we gotYeah we cross but we criedYou know I want to pick you upBut they don't want you - up!
Darkening Minus Blindfold
