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Lyrics:
While the footprints will change
Ashes under sand blend with remains
Killers follow voices
From beyond the grave
Shielded by candle flame

Send your canoe down the river
The people are waiting
To be set free
Sell your sin
To the weakest bunch of men
Then wash their wounds in a saline sea

The rat seems troubled
With his feet stuck to the floor
Ignoring Elder advice
He begs then offers more
The light I followed here
Seemed to hold the key
Ancient air bubbles
Frozen in gold
All for freedom
Still I've seen no shine
Need some time to think

Delusions unwind
Masked men clean the trap
Stay calm rat
Let your mind collapse

Send your cruisers through the village
The people are waiting to be set free
All in need of aide
But our leader won't be swayed
They'll clean their wounds
With what they got for free

Set them free

Credits:
Produced & Mastered by Nicholas Alan @ Subterranean Audio
Artwork by Makenzi Dickerman
Vocals, Lyrics, Synths - Jordan LaMonto
Guitars - Conn Sullivan
Drums - Joe Lionti Jr.
Bass - Mario Nobilio
Additional Guitar Work by Nicholas Alan

Prisoners of Travel

WEONGO

"Buddah Therapy" by Metro Zu. Produced entirely by Lofty305.

Release date: April 20th, 2011

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Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Grrrah!) (Wooh!) (Yuh!) (Let's get it!) (Blah!) (Dumb as fuck!)

[Chorus]
I don't want no hug, I want a stick — I want a missile (Boom!)
If he talkin' weird, we erase him like a pencil (Scratch!)
Niga actin’ tough, I'ma turn him to a stencil (Brrt-brrt!)
Shooter got the drum, beat it fast like it's a rental (Skrrt!)
Bitch, I’m blowin' gas in your sister kitchen booth (Gas, gas, woo!)
See me in the backseat dancin’ with a deuce (Pop, pop, loose!)
He gon’ flex that chain? Now he missin’ a tooth (Haha)
She just ate the dick so hard, she lost a molar too (Nasty!)

[Verse 1]
Pop a bean, get dumb — call me Harvard reject (Yeah!)
Told the plug "bring five," he brought six — respect! (Pow!)
Flew a ho to Pluto, made her walk back, check (Facts!)
Sippin’ syrup thicker than a Popeye's neck (Lean!)
Got a stick in my boot, like I'm fightin' Shrek (Shrek!)
Bitch talk crazy, I just auto-correct (Auto!)
Gun go bang like it’s watchin' the Net (Boom!)
You talk online, but in person — a pet (Meow!)
I got a stripper named Bible, she blessed (Holy!)
Shot him at the spa, now he gettin' a rest (Zzz)
I don't aim legs, I go straight for the chest (Boom-boom!)
Make a niga moonwalk, hit him with finesse (Hee-hee!)

[Pre-Chorus]
Bad bitch ugly, but she good at her job (Facts!)
Gave her ten racks just to slob on my knob (Woo!)
I don't need friends, I just mob with my mob (Mob!)
You gon' need God if you pull up and rob (Pow!)
(Yeah) (Boom) (Bitch) (Run it!)

[Chorus]
I don't want no hug, I want a stick — I want a missile (Skrrrah!)
If he talkin' weird, we erase him like a pencil (Click-clack!)
Niga actin’ tough, I'ma turn him to a stencil (Ha!)
Shooter got the drum, beat it fast like it's a rental (Like vroom!)
Bitch, I’m blowin' gas in your sister kitchen booth (Gas, gas, woo!)
See me in the backseat dancin’ with a deuce (Shoot, shoot, shoot!)
He gon’ flex that chain? Now he missin’ a tooth (Smile!)
She just ate the dick so hard, she lost a molar too (Damn!)

[Verse 2]
My choppa bilingual, it speak “rat-tat” and “Boom” (Boom!)
Scope so big, I could zoom in on the moon (Sniper!)
Bitch from the bay got more bass than a tune (Yeah!)
F&N turn a pussy boy into a cartoon (Flat!)
Dick so long, she just bowed like “thanks” (Haha!)
Shooter on point, made ‘em dance in his shanks (Two-step!)
Pulled up to church with a TEC in my pants (Clack!)
Pastor look scared — now we all doin' pranks (Oops!)
Got a Glock named TikTok, it count down slow (Tick... tick...)
When it go off, man the whole block glow (Glow!)
He was tough on the net, now he missin' his show (Gone!)
Try to box me? Niga, I fight with a pole (Boom!)

[Bridge]
Blowin' loud pack while she lickin' on toes (Woo!)
Money so long, it got legs like a hose (Drip!)
I don't kiss bitches, I just pass 'em to bros (Skrrt!)
We don't play tag, we just shoot — then we ghost (Ghost!)

[Chorus]
I don't want no hug, I want a stick — I want a missile (BOOM!)
If he talkin' weird, we erase him like a pencil (Erase him!)
Niga actin’ tough, I'ma turn him to a stencil (Yuh!)
Shooter got the drum, beat it fast like it's a rental (Run it up!)
Bitch, I’m blowin' gas in your sister kitchen booth (Gas, gas, boom!)
See me in the backseat dancin’ with a deuce (Shoot!)
He gon’ flex that chain? Now he missin’ a tooth (Haha!)
She just ate the dick so hard, she lost a molar too (Nasty!)

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