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Blind Date
82
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Blind Date został wydany 27 stycznia 2004 przez Virus Independent jako część albumu The Red Pyramid
album cover
Data wydania27 stycznia 2004
WytwórniaVirus Independent
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM107

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Level Jumpers
Level Jumpers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
B. Jones
B. Jones
Songwriter
C. Christie
C. Christie
Songwriter
B. French
B. French
Songwriter

Tekst Utworu

Level Jumpers
The Red Pyramid
Blind Date
Verse 1
"skrapz"
I thought i told you once or twice
Back up, give me room, walkin' on thin ice-I'll fall through
Drownin' in a feelin and knowin' it's so true
I'd rather let go then hold you-
I told you so many times
But emotions don't listen...
What i'm supposed to do is just keep it in?
Keep it to myself? keep thinkin, i keep wishin, but you-
Stare me down and keep me in check
Keep me from thinkin bout checks i won't endorse-
That ain't, what i'm bout. never has been
To avoid a headache, take an asprin
Smell the jasmine. remindin me of them sunny days...
Before skies became all sorts of grey
I looked up to see that the smoke has gone away
Chorus:
You blind me with your light
And i can't see...
(my love)
X2
Verse 2
"skrapz"
I'm just keepin it classic
Overdramatic people are addicts, of a mental substance
Cough when i rush, the touch that one gets
Stick to chlorophyll, kick the fungus
Thoughts like i love you so much, (and)
Take away the bad vibes, percussions, let a new light in-
Shine it upon me...
Rise like the souls of an ancient army
Pardon me, i just coast like blue streaks
Lip service whenever the truth speaks, yo-
Loops leak through hands likw sinks (and)
180 too, but don't blink-
You got head problems up there see a shrink, and-
Yo, you think your shit don't stink-
Well i bet that fur coat you got on ain't really mink bitch!
Chorus
Verse 3
"F.R."
If love is a crime, shall it be lust
They call us, rational animals, manual destruct-
Instructions, to plug in mics- yeah right!
Teach you how to write, fight without ammo, gamble without battles
And go against the current without paddle insurance
Precise confidence, air tight presence
Deeper then 12-25
Fall aspleep alive, wake up livin givin a second to ease, to me breathe
Difficult to see
I play with the mind
Smoke blunts with cream puffs tempted to fuck-
But why bust and waste it?
Could've made it a baby, face it
Why feel good, to erase it, now it's gone in the midst...everything vanished
Chorus x2
Written by: B. French, B. Jones, C. Christie
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