Texty:
Blind Myself Bullets

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

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

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

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

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

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

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