Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blind, artist - Wiley. Album song History:, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.02.2011
Record label: Boy Better Know Entertainment
Song language: English
Blind |
| Wait, do you realise the shit we’re in? |
| First, they come with chip-and-pin |
| Next thing you know, it’s chip-in-skin |
| Tony Blair will just sit and grin |
| The government must think we’re dim |
| They don’t even hide the fixed voting |
| It’s bait, I won’t vote him |
| He made up bullshit to go to war with Bin |
| Either way, you lose |
| Government parties act like fools |
| In the House of Commons, shuffling shoes |
| Spitting lyrics at next government crews |
| Charles Kennedy will strap a 16 |
| Then Tony Blair will back his team |
| Tony’s lyrics on an arms house tip |
| Too much hype, they’ll get the chief whip |
| You’re so blind |
| You’re so blind |
| You’re so blind |
| You’re so blind |
| You need to open your eyes and see |
| Open your eyes and see |
| You need to open your eyes and see |
| You need to open your eyes and see |
| Do you realise the stuff you do? |
| Your crew’s in beef with a next you |
| You go find out what started the beef |
| And you find it had nothing to do with you |
| You’re just wasting your teenage life |
| You’ve gotta think about when you’re 35 |
| Serious, I wanna make Ps |
| I wanna be able to pay off my mortgage twice |
| My music’s getting big, don’t spoil it |
| How far you gonna get with a war? |
| Let’s think, do you wanna be a baiders |
| Or do you wanna shot aftershave in the toilets? |
| You can tell that I wanna be baiding |
| I chat so much sense, it’s amazing |
| So if you wanna make Ps |
| Stop talking about people getting weighed in |
| You’re so blind |
| You’re so blind |
| You’re so blind |
| You’re so blind |
| You need to open your eyes and see |
| Open your eyes and see |
| You need to open your eyes and see |
| You need to open your eyes and see |
| You could’ve been a leader |
| Let people put you down, alright |
| And it ain’t about black or white |
| You could be that star that shines bright |
| Listen up, it’s Eskiboy and I play black like I don’t play poker |
| I make a dream come true, you’re a hoper |
| Drive myself, I don’t need a chauffeur |
| Me, I do 'nuff work, I ain’t a loafer |
| Sometimes, you can’t see the kid |
| But then I pop up just like toast from a toaster |
| I murk crews all day, I’m a rover |
| South west floater, E3 soldier |
| You’re so blind |
| You’re so blind |
| You’re so blind |
| You’re so blind |
| You need to open your eyes and see |
| Open your eyes and see |
| You need to open your eyes and see |
| You need to open your eyes and see |