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to you

I came by
To bail you out
As soon as I go the call
Thought twice
But you needed me more than you needed anyone at all
Beautiful disaster
Beautiful

down the line 
I’m crossing 1 2 3 how many lines 
Sorry got a call I’m crossing countainants at a time
Doing me just fine 
Cause you know how it do it

on hun, and call me Orlow

Wait, beautiful girl
The mornings not over
Horizons forever
Don't you worry
Wait, beautiful girl
The mornings not over
Horizons

shoot, shoot
Said, I made a choice
To aim for the moon
And shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Breaking the bank and her back
She call me Bane when I'm wearing

a giver and people wonder why I'm so nice
I kill my liver with these drugs but I like to roll the dice
With my life and my love
My squad some blind mice

days and thankful nights!
Didn't really take that long in hindsight
Cuz I didn't follow the three blind mice!
I stuck to my freedom and that's my

Yall need a team
This is all me
All me
All me
I'm just one person 
Doing for three
For three
For three
Producing every kick snare 
And hi hat

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


*
Words sometimes

The Last Call
Thre3dee
Yeah hmmm
Last call Dammnn
Hmmmm
Last call
Last call Damnn
Not how I planned it
Phone I slammed it
Lost my only connection
Its

got me wailing through the struggles
Like God we need you now
These the days and times
The Bible warned us by
Where good becomes evil
Got the blind

but we merely had sex to exercise
On my Jack Jones in the city I call home
No Jill to fill me with guilt
Eggshells cracked and spilt
Food wasted no

see me shining, is like the three blind mice
I won't show my nice side twice, but I won't use a knife
Like, that shits too dumb, but it's a life for

dick's a prick and it ain't stoppin'
Call it homespun wisdom
I was surrounded by whores, window shopping
And then there were none (Savvy?)
All I did was

dice
I’m tryna’ fuck ‘em by the three like blind mice
See Jrop the typa’ nigga turn you to a star
Get on the camera hoe blow me like a cigar
I’m tryna’

Not even reciprocal
I'm gettin side eyed
Like what's gotten into you
Get put on the side lines
Like my skills are remedial
Y'all acting like three blind

A know it all's too faithful for me
Walking round like three blind mice
A nice guy's too grateful for me
You can say thanks just once not twice

blind mice 
I’m locked in visions never out of sight 
Took a Left down this path and I was still right 
Love they gone Fake it Spirit try to Break it

ass boy
Gonna drop this fuckin' knapsack

Trapped into the grave, all I see is grey
Gotta find my way
Tryna blind me, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Ain't got numbers

me
Heal the tree
Wipe the blood from the roots
Let the branches be free in the wind
Heal the wounds shake the noose
Set loose by my ancestors
Will we

(yup)
Four-one P, I don't sell dreams, I wholesale P's, want half's nigga, don't call me
Don't insult me (boy), wrist frosty, 'bout eighty what this

Tuesday following
He required only three hours of beauty sleep 

To show something beautiful 
Poseidon shall undergo
Something so subliminal 
Delivered by

you
and by the way nicole is my name
so i slipped him my number
showed him how i spit the game

Chorus:
call me...when u need someone to talk to
call

and vices
Three blind mice wouldn’t be nice enough to try to see you eye to eye
And all of this lean you’re sipping must’ve left you retarded
As soon

Bronson
Terry with the diminished guitar line
I smoked too much dope now I'm fly just like Scott Klein
And we like the 3 mice
But our third eye ain't blind