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Missionary Max
Missionary Max
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Max Stireman
Max Stireman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Max Stireman
Max Stireman
Producer

Lyrics

I'm homesick for a home I was never greeted in My tears pleaded at the feet of greed My ears are metered My grievances greeted the head of the table i'm seated The journey receded the risk is still seeded Repeated, remains the same with fertile soil we grow from The winds petered out defeated by twiddling thumbs Memories fleeted what remains can only be exceeded The pots bubbling the recipe sweetened I got moments that be still stuck with me, did I play my part? I never needed you more my heart is bleeding out Superseded by the crowd with deafening shouts Thousand yard stare had my face stout Momma wanted her son a scholar i'm facing squalor Since a toddler I had to watch her it had to bother My momma calling to calm me my problems getting smaller Copper skin smiling back she's a lot calmer Somber demeanor with softer intentions Ten suns couldn't match the shine that your aura giving Sorta living, living my whole life through part of you I always love you, I hope I can deliver Head up to the cosmos been a sinner lately You're still here, we love to see it, been a little shaky Vaguely remember why we have do it on the daily Me and this nigga willy in the kitchen til we eighty You're still here, we love to see it, I can only pray Pray I make you proud, there's only so much I can repay The way my life is panning out I might be okay I think it's time to stop running this gon' be the day What do you say we keep going you can lead the way? What do you say we keep going you can lead the way?
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