and I opened my eyes I saw things I never saw before One day I woke up I visualized I saw things for how they really were Blind Me Blind Blind Me
follow you home) (until we wind up dead) (checking your pulse) (we'd wait across the street) (under our tree) (outside the front door) (in autumns blind
you home) (until we wind up dead) (checking your pulse) (we'd wait across the street) (under our tree) (outside the front door) (in autumns blind
me, hate me, hate me, hate me so much That you can't let me out, let me out, let me out Of hell when you're around Let me out, let me out, let me out
we strugglin, it's hard sometimes, but Tomorrow's better than yesterday, uhh [The Game] I was, born in the slums, struggled from day one Ray Charles vision, blinded
just a baby still retarded from slavery When we struggle to shovel shit ain't nobody saved me Ghetto ain't made me I made myself Poverty raised me
caught me And slowly in silk I'm entwined I remember me Do you? Did you find me? Did you kill me? Did you bury me? Did you?
, you're off the map now, radar can't even find you We stay on the grind you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad you let your anger blind you We
me Two hands can feel so much more That's what I'm loving you for I was too blind to see fear was inside of me I'm not afraid anymore [Chorus:] It's
wanna smoke the weed, after you swallow me And try not to follow me, blind, find me 69 Real lit, smokin', the finest vintage wine, talkin' bout time with me
I yellin'? Murderer Nigga, once you come you must pay like crazy if you (Muthafucka, don't play me) play me Nigga, not today I see you but you can't see me
Me and try to do it big, Do it big and through it to the heavenly Won't be no hell for me, just paradise (dise, dise ahh!, ahh!) So what you gonna do
magnificent and he said thank you please but your flattery is truly not becoming me. Your eyes are poor, you're blind, you see no beauty could have come from me
, Mrs McGraw wouldn't you like that?" With me too-rye-ay Foddle-diddle-day With me toorye oorye oorye-ay With me toorye-ay Foddle diddle day Me toorye
try to talk just a little much to a G They say the wrong shit, they head just might end upside of a tree Clear my thoughts just a little, pass me a cup
heard of me You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster For me the microphone
from endless loss Blessed Redeemer, precious Redeemer Seems now I see Him on Calvary's tree Wounded and bleeding, for sinners pleading Blind and unheeding, dying for me