2. 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, and 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
Till that comes ’round fifty-five I’m twenty-six
Let me go, I give more And you know, I fold I

Come at me! Come! Come!
My activities don’t cross but they create
You know I want to pick you up
But they don’t want you
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 – shit fuck’em

You let they screw you, I thought they knew you
But when you turn your back I know they’re gonna do
You had to prove me right and then we did
But 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 – oooohh
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
Dis 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!

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