Abe Cunningham - Minus Blindfold lyrics

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 f**ing around and sh** Till 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 activities 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 f** them You let this screw 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 b**h 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 f**ing rape No one Me No choice Let me go I get bored And you know I'm f**ing 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 This 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