blind But I say you should fight to break out and leave the stones behind Don't turn the gun against yourself be the bullet instead Be the one that
was blind But I say you should fight to break out and leave the stones behind Don't turn the gun against yourself be the bullet instead Be the one that
When I wrote about parties someone always died When I tried to write happy yo I knew I lied 'Cause I lived a life of crime why play ya blind? A simple
to think it's just a mindstate But before I put my trust in a man, I'll just wait Or better yet, I take the journey for myself Put a bullet in my own
Fuzzy logic in the crazy rain Getting better everyday If the brakeman turns my way Mixed up signals, bullet train Cars are switched out in the blinding
said Who hard? yo I done heard worse We can get in two cars and accelerate at each other To see which one'll swerve first Two blind bandits panic, whose
wrong or ain't living right They on my ass like a center make them take a hike [Verse 2 - Meek Mill] Its MMG baby The dream team I made it myself Guess
medallion to match with the rope no cars and the trucks in the cars that he ride lookin' like a star when he glide I swear to God when he hear the bullet
Mmm, oh yeah Mmm, mmm, mmm, oh yeah Allow me to introduce myself As the Big Daddy Kane A smooth lover from around the way That's bound to drive any bitch
a bull horn squelched and blared "Drop your weapons and come out With your hands held in the air" Well, I checked the chamber of my gun Saw I had one final bullet
to her shoes So stylishly ripped in her blue jean blues Duck the bullets, hit the bricks You know I got to get away quick This constant adoration Staggers the imagination Found myself
, yes thank you for inviting me here for my final speech Ladies and gentlemen, homosexuals, lesbians, and transvestites Allow me to introduce myself as
And I promise your gonna be feel me like blind men Roll or roll over like front wheel alignment Tell them little rappers dont come near the giant UGH.. now im smell'n myself
back like the skin of a potato Seat way back listenin' to Anita Baker Ridin' by myself, smokin' weed by the acre Holly Grove gator, ain't nobody greater Leave you with some bullet
clubs, throw some chairs break some'in Rotten core to the bone with no way home and destination, bitch I see you flying blind and you implying that
ll never forget In the U.S.A. I delete myself I delete myself, I delete myself I delete myself, I delete myself I delete myself, I delete myself I delete myself, I delete myself
