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Albums:

Mission Control (The Whigs) · Mission Eternal, Vol. 2 (Art Blakey) · Mission to Please (The Isley Brothers) · Mission No.X (U.D.O.) · Mission (Lupe Fiasco) · Katy on a Mission (Katy B) · Back on a Mission (Cirrus) · A Mark, A Mission, A Brand, A Scar [2003 Bonus DVD] (Dashboard Confessional) · Mission: Impossible 2 [Original Soundtrack] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Mission Bells (Matt Nathanson) – and 90 other albums »


he stiffed a waitress, and ran out on his tab
Big Mac had a heart attack in the back of a Yellow Cab
By the time the sound of the siren said
want to spend it with you 

We don't have any inhibitions 
We're not consumed by ambition 
We've got no mission control 

They say Dr. Freud might
the sheets feel cold and lonely
Who wants to brave the pouring rain
For a glass of French champagne
Grab a cab, grab a cab, and baby, come right by

But
cause gifted lines
The flows I knows puts the papers in pockets
Swings of things, observed in my sockets
In ten spot I got stacks of LP wax
Couderoy
very hungry) (3x)

Apartment 223 with body parts under my bed 
cut your abdomen out stab your fuckin leather coat
I chant while candles burn with robes
closer
They want closure, from drinking they self sober
Hoping that if they bend over, they'll get bit by my cobra oh
Girls is firing, to get rear ended
By
dry out here 
Request permission to put The Mission in action 
Affirmative Black Sheep Five  that's a green light 
You can set it when you're ready
Chorus
Take my heart away (repeat)

To be the sound of wild geese calling
To be ten seasons in a night
To dance the sun beyond the tides of war
could
Install satellite
Rascal Flattin'all night
King cab, bass tubes
Stop light, boom-boom
Five days, all week
Two jobs so he can

Bob that head
Every
so he could
Install satellite
Rascal Flattin'all night
King cab, bass tubes
Stop light, boom-boom
Five days, all week
Two jobs so he can
you feel the colors’ healing spell on you.

A man of conviction
On a journey, on a mission,
To find his X-ray vision,
In the house of invention.
glocks 
Drag open up boots by watchin' co-op's in convo at condos 

Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep up on me 
I run up on y'all in a cab
respect the game
I talked to cab drivers about the fast lane
And Islam, masters and shakras? and beyond
Think about the hustle and somehow I see by
But
by You alone
Hear my song, my Savior and my King

[Chorus]

Every faithless mission
Every false ambition
Here, I lay them at Your feet
As in
It's the end of the night 
I want to know you
Get the phone, call a cab, and take you home, yeah
I think there's something you should know
I'll
mission 
Your pain will be sweet 
Your crew can`t test so praise the Don Dada [Repeat 4X]

Hardcore mastery verbally spitfire 
One hit quitter tapestry
Words by Bob Hartman
Based on Luke 10:30-37, 1 John 3:17

Where are the amber waves of grain
When one of our homeless native sons has hunger pain
a gypsy-cab, takes me down from Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge
Some will sleep tonight with a hunger far more than an empty fridge

I'm gonna make it by any
cab seat
Keep his eyes on the rails ahead

While ten cars back in the empty box
The lonely hobo sighed
For the days of old and his pal so cold
Was
cab seat
Keep his eyes on the rails ahead;

While ten cars back in the empty box
The lonely hobo sighed
For the days of old and his pal so cold
of the past)
Hail the new puritan!
Righteous maelstrom
Cook one!

And all hardcore fiends will die by me
And all decadent sins will reap discipline
New
flooded with cabs and limousines
Where the fuck is Jay-Z
(God damn traffic is getting on my nerve)
(I see your face by the curb)
Goddamn dog I been
of dreams
With tall buildings, flooded with cabs and limousines
Where the fuck is Jay-Z
Goddamn traffic is gettin on my nerve
I see your face by the curb
10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1
But there's so much work
Left to be done
Before we fly into the sun

Chorus
I don't belong here
Feel like I've come from outer space
I don't
cupcakes and puts on her jumper 
Explains that she'll be late to a worrying mother, 
She meets me in Piccadilly. 
A begging folk singer stands tall by

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