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The Third Eye Blind Collection (Third Eye Blind) · Third Eye Blind (Third Eye Blind) · Baller Status (Mista Skrilla) · The Baller Doggy Dogg [Single] (Snoop Dogg) · Baller Blockin [Clean] (Cash Money Millionaires) · Baller Blockin (Cash Money Millionaires) · Baller's Lady (Passion) · Female Baller (Ms. Tee) · Don't Hate the Player/Baller Blockin' (Dan the Automator) · Blind Leading the Blind (Trivium) – and 90 other albums »


He's a blind man, crouching by the pavement
only seeing with his third eye
and clutching at the astral shadow
of every passer-by

He's a wise
He's a blind man, crouching by the pavement,
only seeing with his third eye,
and clutching at the astral shadow
of every passer-by.


He's
of heavenly bodies bleed
Angels deflowered by human kind
Tattered and torn ripped apart to see through my minds third eye

Not convinced of existence
The blind space of low clouds
The breeze that moves them
Over my forehead/third eye
The moon that hangs
Half and orange

your letter sits by my bed
on and give it to me
Come on and die

In your viscera eyes
Cataracts close the blinds
Let me let comfort
Come drown by your side

In your viscera eyes
the job
Says he goin' to find blind spots
And he'll do it.

The 3rd planet is sure that they're being watched
By an eye in the sky that can't be
you want and what you need
Sometimes my eyes are so blind
You've given up so much for me

Give me time
To let everything sink in
The future seems so
third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast,
And the street below showered in shards of broken glass,
And all the drunks pourin' outta the dance halls,
Rock a by baby
La la la la la la la,
La la la la la.

Hush little lame niggas don't say a word,
Y'all don't know the half, not even a third.
Put
like baller ID. 
And I get under niggas skin, 
They should call me IV. 
But if you try me nigga, 
I will be your caller ID. 
And that means I got
The whole third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast
And the street below showered in shards of broken glass
And all the drunks pouring out of the dance
Don't feel the need to get to the bottom of
The love light in your eyes
As the leaves fall prey to autumn
I don't ask why

Don't give my
and cursed
And nailed the cross all time
Oh by chapter and verse, by God I'm cursed
'Cause I can' look into His face I'm blind

Take me, won't you take me
the face
Now cover up the tattoo by the waist
Let the MC search till I reach third base
And when I get home I'ma hit home plate
Wait would this be
It's a new form of macking, don't be old fashioned
Update your passion

Only reason why I be eye chattin'
It's when it's time for some action
I wanna hit
and chains that hang down low to my dang-a-lang
Stop that, cop that, I'm a baller baby
Got the rims that poke out on the prowler baby
I'm the same young cat
your shutters

See I wants everything and everything I'm gone have
Roll out my red carpet just to go to my stash
Third coast, blind and shine like
Fredrick Douglass
I'm sort of a saint, you think I ain't
With skills to paint, with my third eye
You're tranked...
...from the dark side

Interlude:
While I'm surrounded by bitches with guns and sex toys
Blind love for money, head, and warm steel
Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels
Life's so
The whole third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast
And the street below showered in shards of broken glass
And all the drunks pouring out of the dance
Night falls in - shades flashing over the sidewalk
Emptiness freezes the soul to death
Step by step, shot by shot, life fades outta your body
There's Johnny's dad
On his third martini
And his nose is getting bigger
As I watch through the kitchen window
They really oughta close those blinds
boss just quit the job
Says he's got himself some blinds to rob and he'll do it
The third planet is sure that they're being watched
By an eye in
for me 
I'm getting indie rock 
I think I'm done with raving 
I hear that Third Eye Blind is looking for a bassist 
Givin' ‘er from scene to shining
[ VERSE 1: Starang Wondah ]
Hey yo, I remember Paula, a female baller
We hit down south, I would call her
She was lonely, strippin, had a job