24 lyrics for "I'm on a mission"
And alone I stand No allegiance Defiant I withstand This resistance I reject what you demand A day of great tribulation is upon us A time of deception conflict and unrest I will not cower in fear and submission I will hold my ground and resist
PlayHow could I ever stop? My position is missionary, I finish on top And while you're relaxin', I take action Guinness world record, I beat it, Michael Jackson Never stop, I workaholic Like spit sweat splatter Jackson Pollock But I'm not an artist, I just
PlayI know my past I know where I came from I won't go quietly give in to none I know my past my voice makes me able We'll come together we will be as one I'm not a man on a mission But a rising anger forces me to stand And count my voice defiant I'm not
PlayWelcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze niggaz Theres no we, it seems I can't get free Sombody tell me what's happenin to me The country bud got me chokin I'm on a mission to the point motherfuckers think I'm smokin Yea that sick nigga Biggie wit the
PlayCause girl it feels so good the way you bring out the bad in me Id rather ask forgiveness than permission Cause I'm doing all these things I've never dreamed You put me in a delicate position But I'm right where I want to be Girl it feels so good the way
PlaySuch a cold blooded love No one knows I'm afraid of your touch But I love it too much You had me on your list The target of your mission All these times you would be missing me Is really guilt admission, baby The game we're playing is addictive
PlayCut the curtains the actors have gone home The intermission is a mission on it's own So dry your rain checks you can't put time on them There is no doubt you throw your in box out The intermission's a mission on it's own Grab your suitcase we don't have
PlayI think it's time that I should leave I think it's time for me to leave (I'll run away) I'll run away I'll never ask permission from you Fuck off I'm not listening to you I'm not coming home I'm never going to come back home Shut the fuck up she said I'm
PlayThey're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the
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