Minus Blindfold

Done feeding, I leaned back head rested on the couch's top

Must leave the house soon, mean gone, 'cause my pops, he's hot

Grab my blue backpack, my walkman, grip my bicycle

Because I know my friends are waiting at the door

I'm feeling loose like you, just fucking around and shit

'Til that comes fifty-five, I'm twenty-six



Let me go

I give more

And you know

I fold, I



Come at me, come, come

My activites don't cross but they create

You know I want to pick you up

But they don't want you to

Asking for it, like we got

Yes, we cross but we create

You know I want to pick you up

But they don't want you, so fuck'em



You let this screw you, I thought they knew you

But when you turned your back I know they're going to

You had to prove me right and then we did

And that son of a bitch, he swerved almost hit two kids

I'm feeling heartless, I'm feeling hate

So when there's nothin' but the real swing in her fuckin' rape



No one

Me



No choice

Let me go

I get bored

And you know I'm fuckin' flown



Come on, come, come

My activities don't cross but they create

You know I want to pick you up

But they don't want you to

Threaten me court like we got

Yeah, we cross but we create

You know I want to pick you up

But they don't want you, burn



Let me go

I give more

And you know, oh

So good

We could

And we learned to cry

And lift

Me up



Come on, come

My activities don't cross but they create

You know I want to pick you up

But they don't want you

Diss me court like we got

Yeah, we cross but we cried

You know I want to pick you up

But they don't want you up