Songtexte:
Favorite Blind

spurt das Bose scheint den Kampf zu gewinnen, denn was ich sehe macht nun mal anders keinen Sinn Hook: Und es reicht, wir sind nicht langer blind Wir

perfect Took a while but I finally got it, and like a boss player Bitch you ain't doin me no favors, fair exchange [Chorus] [Verse Three: 2Pac]

: If you hate the taste of wine Why do you drink it till you're blind? And if you swear that there's no truth and who cares How come you say it like

das Pilsator ruber Ich fick toten Frauen ins Gesicht und sie atmen wieder Ich grabsch deiner Alten an den Arsch - ihr kommen die Wehen Ich schwebe in den Cypher - Blinde

woman Run, no one will know your secret is down below Can go with her, can go with her, can go with her The gypsy Woman This is her favorite game to

a cubic stream When I speak of love divided I can feel her deeper sorrow She tries to teach me memory and all her favorite things If only I could steal

prick, deception and lies The next step, perfected FEMA with their techs in our spines Rising fever, TV reality, the message denied It's in the enslavers favor that we're deafened and blind

I've heard for my whole life Bring back request to radio, Your favorite song was written but you'll never know A selection for us to see a blind conspiracy

: [Intro: Method Man (Dooney Boy) {Pinky Phat Phat}] Cool, okay, I'mma let ya'll take it on your own right now Why don't you do me a favor (What?) {What