Lyrics:
Collision
My mission
When the dawn breaks
With a handshake
Relaxed and feelin' great
Screeching head on
I'm needing a head on
All
Collision
My mission
When the dawn breaks
With a handshake
Relaxed and feelin' great
Screeching head on
I'm needing a head on
All
you know the way
To find true freedom
Can you save yourself
From the pain you're feeling
Something in my head
That you're dreaming
That the angels said
thoughts for a bit
Right, gon' hit the weed
Gon' head just cough little bit
Cum in her mouth, couple kids lost
Coulda been a good spouse
Wake the fuck up
Hey
A faithful spouse with open blouse
A paganeer cum-sacred cow
I painted heads and lots of reds
And pools of black in oyster beds
Hey, hey,
on come on come on)
c'mon I ain't wit that man
(Yeah, what, what)
Just throw my be back on
Yo, yo, yo
You know my mission ain't
out on my neck, that's a house
Head out, fuck a spouse, we pop off, we ain't hearin' it
So much ice, young nigga, he delirious
Never too much
Running through my head secretly
The shout of the boys in the factory
I'll ring you on the telephone silently
Like blood, like the wine in
Turn your head around
You shop around for a sensible car
You hold your breath when you wish on a star
You settle down in a warm little house
You make
of the drillers
I'ma buy a home, then see you're home if I miss you
Rubbin' on your ass but your mouth is the issue
When you run for '24, I bet your spouse gon'
the heavens above
And I've got my
Hands on the wheel of my rocket mobile
And I'm a hundred million miles from home
My head's in the stars on a mission
you're gonna like my kind
strange voices in my head
freedom is what they said
(Repeat from the beginning)
Back on a mission and ready to go
back
Inner mission gonna raise the dead
Inner mission get you out of your head
Inner mission gonna help yourself
Inner mission cause there's nobody else
only comes in small doses
Bodily whole, but my head's in a mess
Fueling obsession that borders psychosis
It's a sad disease
Creeping through my
('Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house)
(Not a creature was sober, 'specially not my spouse)
I got forty-seven dollars in
Every other way
Nothing Fades away
Listen to the mission
I've telling the tradition
And I'm giving you permission
To be in my head
Listen
on children`s lips are better, my dear spouse
Then if I were to speak my mind about this house"
[Chorus]
On the first floor there are two old maids
Each
head from every damn mission
And the war moves on America
The System
Reintegrate me, you made me a killer
Like you could trade me for everything
where they fall
In eau-de-nil and pale carnation creation
A satin sash and velvet elevation
She straightens the tipsy head-dress of her spouse
While
the poorhouse (6)
Colder than an ice house, paid killers at my house (burr)
I got mega millions, still ain't got more cash than my spouse (shh)
Yeah, my bitch
Running through my head secretly
The shout of the boys in the factory
I'll ring you on the telephone silently
Like blood, like the wine in
only comes in small doses
Bodily whole, but my head's in a mess
Fueling obsession that borders psychosis
It's a sad disease
Creeping through my
they fall
In eau-de-nil and pale carnation creation
A satin sash and velvet elevation
She straightens the tipsy head-dress of her spouse
While hers
today, who you serve
That's right me and my house
Talking dogs, kids, spouse
Baton's passed like its word of mouth
Mission relayed I'm on the won route
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