God I'm blind I'm not an eagle I'm not saint to burn away Oh God I'm blind Honest and eager I'm am the car On the road I'm not a sea I'm not a forest
Übersetzung: House of Love. Blind.
God I'm blind I'm not an eagle I'm not saint to burn away Oh god I'm blind Honest and eager I am the car On the road I'm not a sea I'm not a forest
leave this bitch in handcuffs [Gar] Now see this what I'm talking bout, you out here running round With them knuckle head, fucking give head hoes Bring em to your house
mission, tricks, like watchin pictures in hazy vision Tonight is love makin, take you any place you wish Today we satisfied, and today we stole them kisses Blind
ch'u (Pac) Was it the liqour that makes me act blind? the times I'm with her anonomous pictures of other niggas tryin to kiss her will i love
s a better day comin Sometimes cats be sleepin on the dead end drivin with the car runnin blinded Ain't no love in the hood only hearts torn Love letters
next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house
do?) Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops [Kastro] Oh youse a ball in the White House, I hope you
my girlfriend Chorus [Tupac] I love finger fuckin you, all of a sudden I'm hearin thunder When you bust a nut, niggaz be duckin or takin numbers Love
yawning Loud goin in, dial toning Forever phoning, for a blessing Will you help me get my ass up out the bed and go God love me cause he said it so Don
Because love is a social disease Where you look you can find it Try to run but you're always behind it So you play hide and seek like a blind kid
: Lying beside you, here in the dark Feeling your heart beat with mine Softly you whisper, you're so sincere How could our love be so blind? We sailed
don't let the forest grow over that path you came there by. But you will. So hurry up and run to the person that you love and blind him with your kindness
seems like an accident A collage of senselessness You aren't looking hard enough I wasn't looking hard enough An argument for consciousness The instinct of the blind insect Who makes love
While the Mexican children kick rocks into the street, and they laugh in a language I don't understand. But I love them, why do I love them? Now the neighborhood
last few months I've been living with this couple, yeah you know the kind who buy everything in doubles. They fit together like a puzzle and I love their love
