Lyrics Heartspun (Original Blinded) - Wisemen

Yo, I met her at 13, chocolate queen
Beauty mark, left side of her cheek, Vasoline
When she used to kiss me, herring bone turned her neck green
Promised fool's gold, but everybody plays one
I fucked her on her aunt's quilt, made the pussy tilt
She be the queen in the throne, of the castle I built
She stay fresh at school like Southern queens
And never bumped her triple Cs on my triple beams
Liquid streams, when I blast in the guts
What's next? Vegas trips and the finest cologne
I Think Differently, so shit or either get up off the throne
If she was home, I'd comb her hair
Dive into the womb
Supposed to come through late one night, but never showed
I got blowed, paranoid, and stripped the globe
My man said she at Murray Hill, sick off that blow
It hit me like a bullet, spinning shrapnel
When my backbone gone, say peace to the admiral, I love you

Word up, I love you, queen
And never will I feel this much pressure on my spleen
I run it again just like the track star
And never see the road so long, for so far, when I'm blinded

Yo, yo, I knew her from apartment 3B, a Queen Bee
Her eyes shine like Sun on the Arabian Sea
When she used to talk, clouds parted for the blue skies
Told me one night, her only wish was to rise
I smashed it after eight weeks, made the yank leak
She be the queen with the crown of the kingdoms I seek
She stay alone, at home, the city screams
And never did she part the sea, without proper means
Opera screams, when I stroke too deep
Next year we'll be sleep in a hammock on the beach
Baby grand piano notes, bouncing off your dinner plates
If she was here, I'd brush her hair, kiss her neck on the side
Nobody fit her apron, ass shaking, when she ride
Told me I'm more than gold, but felt worth less than dye
Created to fly, through life fast as handglide
Found the last note she wrote on her way to paradise
Precise, it hit me like a drill field target
When the well dehydrates, say Peace to the sergeant, I love you

Word up, I love you, queen
And never will I feel this much pressure on my spleen
I run it again just like the track star
And never see the road so long, for so far, when I'm blinded
Word up, I love you, queen
And never will I feel this much pressure on my spleen
I run it again just like the track star
And never see the road so long, for so far, when I'm blinded