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 'Cause I know my friends are waiting at the door I'm feeling loose like you, just fuckin' around and shit 'Til that comes, you're fifty-five or twenty-six Let me go I give more And you know I'm flown Come at me, come, come My fingers don't cross, but they crack 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 crack You know I want to pick you up But they don't want you, so fuck 'em You let them screw you, I thought they knew you But when you turned your back, I know they're gonna do 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 nothing but the real swing in her fucking rape No one Me (No choice) Let me go I get bored And you know I'm fuckin' flown Come on, come, come My fingers don't cross but they crack You know I want to pick you up But they don't want you to Let me go, like we got Yeah, we, cross but we crack 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 fingers don't cross, but they crack You know I want to pick you up But they don't want you Let me go, like we got Yeah, we cross, but we crack You know I want to pick you up But they don't want you