Deftones — Minus Blindfold

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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 fucking around and shit
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 fuck ’em

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 bitch he swerved, almost hit two kids
I’m feeling heartless, I’m feeling hate
So when there’s nothin’ but the real swing in her fuckin’ rape

No one
Me

No choice
Let me go
I get bored
And you know I’m fuckin’ 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
Dis 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