歌曲 | Minus Blindfold |
歌手 | Deftones |
专辑 | Live Volume 1 - Selections from Adrenaline |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Carpenter, Cheng, Cunningham ... | |
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 | |
Til 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 activites 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 - shit fuck'em | |
You let this screw I thought they knew you | |
But when you turned your back I know they're going do | |
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 - ohh | |
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! |
zuo ci : Carpenter, Cheng, Cunningham ... | |
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 | |
Til that comes fiftyfive I' m twentysix | |
Let me go I give more | |
And you know I fold I | |
Come at me! Come! Come! | |
My activites 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 shit fuck' em | |
You let this screw I thought they knew you | |
But when you turned your back I know they' re going do | |
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 ohh | |
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! |
zuò cí : Carpenter, Cheng, Cunningham ... | |
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 | |
Til that comes fiftyfive I' m twentysix | |
Let me go I give more | |
And you know I fold I | |
Come at me! Come! Come! | |
My activites 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 shit fuck' em | |
You let this screw I thought they knew you | |
But when you turned your back I know they' re going do | |
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 ohh | |
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! |